Zayy - 500 Miles (Intro)

500 miles I do like 100
Lately i only get peace when I'm blunted
Lately i cant even sleep through the morning
Lately sip out the cup I be on it

I'm not ya rapper friend, this aint hobby for me this my life
Tripped off a bitch tried to make her my wife
So I'm making it
So I'm making it

I'm back for the night
Catch me at lights
I'm with something nice
Fuck a substance really pussy my vice
Cut off the snakes, the rats, the mice
Tricked off a bitch, she tax the price
Said you a model, attached to likes
Count me out once, don't count me out twice
(Don't count me out)

Maybe I'm tripping I'm back
Maybe I'm tripping, all I see is black
Maybe its money, I need its exact
Maybe its babies, just wanna trap
(Tryna trap)

I then got my first rap check and spend it on bills
I was out in bama doing shit off the pills
I cant even lie bout that pussy I need it for real
I cant even lie right now I'm in my feels

I seen that picture of us in the future I painted that shit
I almost called ambulance I fucked you so hard you got up and fainted and shit
When you first left, it burned like candle I'm making a wish
I reminisce on the times you would freak the hello fresh and be making a dish

Cut off your friends
Cut off your man
Cut off ya life
You cut off your plans
Cut off the likes
You cut off the gram
Cut off your lights
I was tryna pay em
Cut off the ice
It's cuts on the band
Cut off the vice
Back on it again
Cut off the price
Anytime that u paying

Written by:
Reginald Bullock

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