Danny Brown - 8 Mile lyrics
[Danny Brown - 8 Mile lyrics]
Same nigga, notebook full of rhymes
My nigga Ace of Base saw the signs
My talent level excel my age
So about age 9, knew that I would rock stage
So it made me think of grades
Sort of like catching AIDS
Didn't hit class, I wrote in my notepad
Mimic what I heard, got sicker with the verbs
Figured this the quickest way to get
The picket in the 'burbs
Distribute herb, admit I used to dabble
But dawg
The snares a better sound than the gavel
Got so damn hungry
With the work I used to travel
Packets in some drawers
Toothpaste in the packets
Tryna leave my habitat
In ways that I've adapted
Sleep different when you on
Somebody else's mattress mental got scarred
Change the pace could be advantage
Everybody in the D tryna move to Atlanta
Click your seat fool, get ready to ride
And say good bye we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Brace yourselves only the strong survive
If you alive, we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Its too heavy, hope your heater is deadly
Are you ready? we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Tired of hating with the changes I'm making
I've been waiting just to go past 8 mile
It's where the line divide, either side
Kinda tell where the sense of your pride?
Where everyone ain't the same
But in the D that's how it is
How can you judge one from where one is?
The hook be on some other shit
Checking our ID's
Hate fellas goin' back over the 8
Used to talk to white girls that
I knew I couldn't date
Cause we was outta bounds
If we met either way
Now tell me what's the call
When we still gotta go over
There to hit the mall
So I'm a take this d shit far
I'm the hybrid meaning sun
Takin' it past ours
As the summer's get hotter, winter get colder
Sons get locked
And our daughters having daughters
Feel it's time to speak
Before this shit be out of order
Before you be the nigga out
Here begging for quarters
Click your seat fool, get ready to ride
And say good bye we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Brace yourselves only the strong survive
If you alive, we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Its too heavy, hope your heater is deadly
Are you ready? we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Tired of hating with the changes I'm making
I've been waiting just to go past 8 mile
My nigga Ace of Base saw the signs
My talent level excel my age
So about age 9, knew that I would rock stage
So it made me think of grades
Sort of like catching AIDS
Didn't hit class, I wrote in my notepad
Mimic what I heard, got sicker with the verbs
Figured this the quickest way to get
The picket in the 'burbs
Distribute herb, admit I used to dabble
But dawg
The snares a better sound than the gavel
Got so damn hungry
With the work I used to travel
Packets in some drawers
Toothpaste in the packets
Tryna leave my habitat
In ways that I've adapted
Sleep different when you on
Somebody else's mattress mental got scarred
Change the pace could be advantage
Everybody in the D tryna move to Atlanta
Click your seat fool, get ready to ride
And say good bye we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Brace yourselves only the strong survive
If you alive, we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Its too heavy, hope your heater is deadly
Are you ready? we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Tired of hating with the changes I'm making
I've been waiting just to go past 8 mile
It's where the line divide, either side
Kinda tell where the sense of your pride?
Where everyone ain't the same
But in the D that's how it is
How can you judge one from where one is?
The hook be on some other shit
Checking our ID's
Hate fellas goin' back over the 8
Used to talk to white girls that
I knew I couldn't date
Cause we was outta bounds
If we met either way
Now tell me what's the call
When we still gotta go over
There to hit the mall
So I'm a take this d shit far
I'm the hybrid meaning sun
Takin' it past ours
As the summer's get hotter, winter get colder
Sons get locked
And our daughters having daughters
Feel it's time to speak
Before this shit be out of order
Before you be the nigga out
Here begging for quarters
Click your seat fool, get ready to ride
And say good bye we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Brace yourselves only the strong survive
If you alive, we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Its too heavy, hope your heater is deadly
Are you ready? we 'bout to go past 8 mile
Tired of hating with the changes I'm making
I've been waiting just to go past 8 mile
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