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by Ghais Guevara
[Intro]
Big Goyard in this b*tch
sh*t, the G-O, give no Y-A (On God), give no R-D (Some sh*t)
Gang, gang, sh*t, check, look
[Verse 1]
Leave a n*gga bleedin', breathless in the snow like Jeremy Renner, ayy
We took all the Scars just to nurture the Simbas, uh
Superstar, so I can't do these n*ggas no more favors, uh
Superstar, so I can't let this b*tch know she my favorite, uh
That green make 'em jumpy, that n*gga be smokin' Kermit, ayy
Used to carry guilt, those materials made me worth it, ayy
Look back on my life, had to recognize that I earned it, uh
Album hit like potion, that b*tch is minе if she try it, ayy
Bird ass b*tch named Raven, cut hеr off like nevermore, uh
Recognize the gang and tell me who to ignore, uh
Me and slime swear we twizzy like Portuguese man o' war, uh
Won't take us a step with no blicky, siphonophore, aye
She gon' get me right with work when I'm in Liverpool
And by tomorrow night, the liquor gon' have my liver pooled
And I don't know what's in the joint, so baby, do I live or pull?
Only livin' for the night, so, mami, tell me what to do
[Chorus]
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
She know I'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it—, woah
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
She know l'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me
[Verse 2]
I was off the molly and the Maggie, I could truly f*ck the world, uh
Told her friends about me, uh, that's a good referral, uh
Thousand for the sweatshirt, I ain't bookin' Earl, uh
World in my grip, l'ma press, l'ma curl, uh
Just 'cause you know killers, doesn't mean that you protected
Diplomatic with n*ggas, but get loud with the b*tches
Snatch a n*gga chain, why you got so many necklace?
Tote it with a scope so we can get the bigger picture
Used to get that ass beat, hurry up, go get the switch
Now he f*ck with automatics, talkin' sh*t, he get the switch
We been lit for generations, homie could've been a pimp
But only time he need a MAC is when he couldn't find a blick
Big dub block like, "f*ck you talkin' 'bout?", I need it tatted on me
For the parm', we stuff it with the shells, ain't talkin' ravioli
Brothers only, if he ain't never bled, then he ain't the homie
Servin' dimes, we call that Tory Lanez, five 4's on me
[Chorus]
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
She know I'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it—, woah
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me
She know l'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me