Far Away Lyrics

One time far away

Im crossing my opps at the ball place

2 lines car park

Got the hawk and the cat broad day

I'm taking your bitch like it's broadway

Question the city a tall place

Got the pass out the door to the hallway

She serving that wood like a ballgame

My flow too good like the waves of my shower

You can't stab me keep a shell like I'm bowser

Hands up wowser

Stay clapping that bitch like some powder

She wired to the percs like a router

Stay strapped like a purse on a counter

Benjamin tips ima counter

These rappers some kids they sour

These rappers some kids they not bout it

Yung Mae boutta roll up a wood

Chase money till we be surrounded

I'm sorry you misunderstood

I Blew up the block on accident

Now we woke up the hood

Eating these hoes like pacman

Like bitch I did what I could

I do what I do

I stay to myself

Alone in my head

Now and then

All black fit

I'm calling it fashion

I'm dripping too hard like a shower head

Lil baby big head

I Stack up the benjis big bread

Icy watch

Make your bitch wet

Kick that bitch out like a tin can

She riding so dirty Recaro

She Puff on the port like marbro

Far away bitch I'm far gone

Say bye to my friends so long bro

I'm selling my shit to the pawn sto

Yung Mae the bag like a pancho

I'm doing the dash like Roscoe

Ya boy keep a stick like bosco

Top hoe

Slop Joe

Passenger bitch to the cops though

Said you gone slide but you not though

Said you gon slide with them rocks though

Like carti he on top though

Yung Mae still finding the top flo

Ice spice shaking the top hoe

Ya boy still passing like Rondo

Or stockton

Call him John Doe

Nobody gon know him like the ball bro

Liangelo that's the ball bro

Vvs fit

With the top coat

I'm puffing these woods lotta those

Jimmy nuetron bitch I gotta go

That boy he mad I'm taking his bitch now she a fan at the bottom row

Hehe

Double my pockets up

Blast that rocket up

Go to la Casa pick up my parter

She run that noggin up

Don't even bother ima big baller like I'm giannis uh uh

Kitchen cutters slaying the OPPs like I'm dahmer uh huh

Got all diamonds Madonna

Chief keef trapping 3 hunna

Whipping a Chrysler 300

Said to come spin and we spun ya

97 civic I'm down to the floor best believe I'm not runnin

Ex bitch mad she passed like a torch say what you wanted I'm not frontin

Say what you want I'm not fronting

I stay to myself at the end of the day I don't even care what you wanted

Drowning my pain I'm filling my bottles taking these drugs till I'm numbing

This pain hit home I don't have a home I don't even know where I'm running

Bitch yeah

I don't even know where I'm running

I miss all these pieces I'm lost in my head shits like a puzzle I'm stuck

Used to have friends calling them brothers just for them to do what

Stacking the paper doing my own minding my blessings and love