Mile Away - Clyde Carson, Master P

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

Yeah, we holler with that dope out

All my niggas got the same dreams

Get money, live big

And she trashy if she drop me off

Now it’s foggie, cause I got a Benz

Racks by the park, bitch

All my niggas had to blow

No love for a park bitch

Hittin donuts by the liquor store

Ain’t no more goin five on the weed

Just fo me, I need at least a o.

z

Goin hard in the pain, O. G

I’m a get it how I live homie, nigga

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

You can see me from a mile away

Cartoon niggas, yeah, we call em Bruce Wayne

Bust it up, bend the hood, got two dames

Nigga run, who blame go bang bang

I’ll go, everything call it Trinidad

Two bad bitches with me, yeah, I’m into that

Got a car chopped up, where the ceilin at

Got the rap game doped up, feelin that

Me and Clyde causin on this bitch, killin that

Hating niggas tell a motherfucka how I am

From the bay rap Golden State and the Raiders

Nigga giant on these little niggas

RIP madre cups from my real niggas

And my 2k shades, call em B40

Bitches get up and the ghost gon get naughty

We don’t play checkers nigga we play chess

When it comes to the street shit, I’m the best

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

You can see me from a mile away

Outta town, got the price up

Now I got a fat house

Everyday I see a golf course

Neighbors waving when I’m in and out

Got a view from the third floor

Fireplace in the backyard

Hall of famers livin next door

All my goons got a

Cross country, puttin miles on the Benz

Atlantic City, New York by my ends

Set the bar, we don’t neva follow trends

Consider how she put the world in my hands

I just wanna smash when the stacks up

So I can feel good when the rent due

You can miss me with the bullshit

Gettin money what I’m into

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit

Real niggas punk out

You can see me from a mile away

You can see me from a mile away