Audio Push, Preston Harris - So Far to Go (Freestyle) lyrics
[Audio Push, Preston Harris - So Far to Go Freestyle lyrics]
I'm lost tryna find life
Supposed to follow behind Christ
But at night be texting old girl
To see what that behind like
Been in my word lately tryna
Spend my time right
But stressed out smoking herb tryna
Get my mind right am I a hypocrite or real
Enough to admit the shit?
Am I a hypocrite or real
Enough to admit the shit? (nigga)
If you don't know nothing bout
Price know I'm sucka-proof
Yeah I'm number one but gon'
Forever push the number two
My daddy had the glass house and
He had on colors too and I was in the back
My head was bobbing with a cup of juice
Got a little older playing pogs
I was scuffing shoes then I started hooping
Ya boy was getting buckets too
In middle school
Me and Ju was the trouble two
Clipse grindin' or Dipset what
We was crumpin' to
Dre, Kanye, OutKast we was bumpin' to
And all them slow Pretty Ricky
Songs we was humpin' to
Robert Kelly Grind bumpin' to
Then I started trouble oooh high school
I always used to disrespect the substitute
Now I'm in the office Mama
Mad cause she coming through
I'm in that bitch talkin' back like
I do what I wanna do
She smackin me across the head like boy
What type of son are you?
Matter fact go pack your bags
I had enough of you
(Get the fuck out my house) , fuck it cool
I hit 2nd street where all
The homies tucking 2's
They hit the alley and duck and shoot
Might fuck around and then bucket you
Raised around guns but quick to show
You how them knuckles do
I swear this shit ain't nothin' cool
So I tried to get away
And fell in love with you
Music my getaway, I hope I'm cuttin' through
Cause, I realize, dealin' with women is like
Dealin' with goodwill
It ain't nothing new, I'm fucking through
Moving so fast now we are
Nearly at the edge bout to jump
Out and, and take flight off in the sky
Over the lights, all like it's time
We pay dues, now we got
Nothin' but straight grooves for you
And it just don't stop
Look, I do it with passion or not at all
And tell my girl you keep
Trippin' you'll probably fall
I hate Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr's
Cool, still check them
Think I'm addicted to all of y'all
Sitting here, phone in my
Hand more than stuck
I don't even know if I like
It or just bored as fuck
Speaking of stuck i hated weed
And anyone that smoked it, 'til
I toked it, passed to a
Beautiful bi -, woman, fuck
Sorry I'm high, what it's gon' be
Like when we make it, i text my girl 'I'm at
The studio send me nakeds'
And you know right after the shower
She gon' snap for me
Just because I stand up and all
These people clap for me
At parties niggas mad because they
Girl wanna dance with me
But never out of pocket cause they
Probably wanna rap for me
Remember long nights, with me Price, and Lil
Anthony, and that shit feel like yesterday
I had a crazy past two weeks
Niggas know my people, you know my
Family, you know my squad
Them niggas rap good as fuck
Man I know it's hard
And by them niggas I mean
Hit Boy Price and I
Are the reason the city is finally certified
You niggas hatin is gon' be hypocrites or
Real enough to admit the shit?
Choose quickly
Is you niggas gon' be hypocrites or
Real enough to admit the shit?
I don't know why niggas fronted a while
Back, like we ain't shit nigga
Or why LA women fall in
Love with these ain't-shit-niggas
Or why these ain't-shit-niggas always come
'round lying, well, I mean
I guess mistakes is proof that you tryin'
These Brandy 'wanna be down'
Ass niggas that fronted
See us now with everything that they wanted
But oh no i need them fake handshakes, I
Need them 'nigga keep killins'
I need them texts at 3am for the thrillin'
I need good weed that feel like penicillin
I need
Better music like Dilla that got this feelin'
And if you can't supply that
Then you can't supply
Crack, which means drug dealers
No longer need you, we've got so far to go
Moving so fast now we are
Nearly at the edge bout to jump
Out and, and take flight, Off in
The sky, Over the lights, all like it's time
We pay dues, Now we got
Nothin' but straight grooves for you
And it just don't stop
Supposed to follow behind Christ
But at night be texting old girl
To see what that behind like
Been in my word lately tryna
Spend my time right
But stressed out smoking herb tryna
Get my mind right am I a hypocrite or real
Enough to admit the shit?
Am I a hypocrite or real
Enough to admit the shit? (nigga)
If you don't know nothing bout
Price know I'm sucka-proof
Yeah I'm number one but gon'
Forever push the number two
My daddy had the glass house and
He had on colors too and I was in the back
My head was bobbing with a cup of juice
Got a little older playing pogs
I was scuffing shoes then I started hooping
Ya boy was getting buckets too
In middle school
Me and Ju was the trouble two
Clipse grindin' or Dipset what
We was crumpin' to
Dre, Kanye, OutKast we was bumpin' to
And all them slow Pretty Ricky
Songs we was humpin' to
Robert Kelly Grind bumpin' to
Then I started trouble oooh high school
I always used to disrespect the substitute
Now I'm in the office Mama
Mad cause she coming through
I'm in that bitch talkin' back like
I do what I wanna do
She smackin me across the head like boy
What type of son are you?
Matter fact go pack your bags
I had enough of you
(Get the fuck out my house) , fuck it cool
I hit 2nd street where all
The homies tucking 2's
They hit the alley and duck and shoot
Might fuck around and then bucket you
Raised around guns but quick to show
You how them knuckles do
I swear this shit ain't nothin' cool
So I tried to get away
And fell in love with you
Music my getaway, I hope I'm cuttin' through
Cause, I realize, dealin' with women is like
Dealin' with goodwill
It ain't nothing new, I'm fucking through
Moving so fast now we are
Nearly at the edge bout to jump
Out and, and take flight off in the sky
Over the lights, all like it's time
We pay dues, now we got
Nothin' but straight grooves for you
And it just don't stop
Look, I do it with passion or not at all
And tell my girl you keep
Trippin' you'll probably fall
I hate Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr's
Cool, still check them
Think I'm addicted to all of y'all
Sitting here, phone in my
Hand more than stuck
I don't even know if I like
It or just bored as fuck
Speaking of stuck i hated weed
And anyone that smoked it, 'til
I toked it, passed to a
Beautiful bi -, woman, fuck
Sorry I'm high, what it's gon' be
Like when we make it, i text my girl 'I'm at
The studio send me nakeds'
And you know right after the shower
She gon' snap for me
Just because I stand up and all
These people clap for me
At parties niggas mad because they
Girl wanna dance with me
But never out of pocket cause they
Probably wanna rap for me
Remember long nights, with me Price, and Lil
Anthony, and that shit feel like yesterday
I had a crazy past two weeks
Niggas know my people, you know my
Family, you know my squad
Them niggas rap good as fuck
Man I know it's hard
And by them niggas I mean
Hit Boy Price and I
Are the reason the city is finally certified
You niggas hatin is gon' be hypocrites or
Real enough to admit the shit?
Choose quickly
Is you niggas gon' be hypocrites or
Real enough to admit the shit?
I don't know why niggas fronted a while
Back, like we ain't shit nigga
Or why LA women fall in
Love with these ain't-shit-niggas
Or why these ain't-shit-niggas always come
'round lying, well, I mean
I guess mistakes is proof that you tryin'
These Brandy 'wanna be down'
Ass niggas that fronted
See us now with everything that they wanted
But oh no i need them fake handshakes, I
Need them 'nigga keep killins'
I need them texts at 3am for the thrillin'
I need good weed that feel like penicillin
I need
Better music like Dilla that got this feelin'
And if you can't supply that
Then you can't supply
Crack, which means drug dealers
No longer need you, we've got so far to go
Moving so fast now we are
Nearly at the edge bout to jump
Out and, and take flight, Off in
The sky, Over the lights, all like it's time
We pay dues, Now we got
Nothin' but straight grooves for you
And it just don't stop