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8 Miles And Runnin'
Eminem
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Chia, Renegades is back, M to B to Sick, Junk, Freeway, 8 miles, let's go
8 miles and running, got my 7th album dropping and my 8th album comming
Feet in the thousand, growling stomachs
But I grew on the count of the back, back when it was now or nothing
People said I was amount nothing, that I had talent for nothing
People said I was a come to valance or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, he got what he had coming
Now that my 8th album's coming, everybody's smiling, wanting something
Claiming that they've done something for him
Got their Jay-Z pom-poms and they hold uniforms
Claiming they've been running and telling everybody like Martin Lawrence about
How hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
Claiming that they threw it up before I threw it up
You what?
Where was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suing us
I didn't see you in on black when everybody was suiting up
Back on the block, getting it in, there wasn't no you with us
8 miles and running, got my 7th album dropping
And my 8th album comming, feet in the thousand, growling stomachs
6 miles and running, got my Fish grip hoppin'
And my first album coming, beating 20-growling stomachs!
8 miles and running, got my 7th album dropping
And my 8th album comming, feet in the thousand, growling stomachs
6 miles and running, got my Fish grip hoppin'
And my first album coming, beating 20-growling stomachs!
8 miles and running in a Pontiac 6086
Trans mic shift while the engine run
Anyone tell your momma, give me one more chance
And I'm smoking, screaming, one more gram
So I'ma bring her one
She a horny son of my pop, stick close to my momma
Keep toasters for drama, makes a lot with my son
My son growing and he learning a lot
That's what I'm told, just while them burners are popped
Rain on your umbrella, nigga
Tell them niggas, it's like a biblical scripture
Look back, turn the salt like the sinners
And most of y'all heartless and so centered
Like Meshack and Misha
Set up your brother cause you jealous, nigga
He back, uh
Like you never left, forever rep
Cops watch every step
6 miles and running, dodging every trap
Direct gingerbread man
Cherish every precious breath
Stay peaked and suck your dick, uh
8 miles and running, got my 7th album dropping
And my 8th album comming, feet in the thousand, growling stomachs
6 miles and running, got my Fish grip hoppin'
And my first album coming, beating 20-growling stomachs!
8 miles and running, got my 7th album dropping
And my 8th album comming, feet in the thousand, growling stomachs
6 miles and running, got my Fish grip hoppin'
And my first album coming, beating 20-growling stomachs!
Ain't when nobody would find the act talent
Nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me
Nobody but Mommy Blondie
But how could she deny me?
Me being the youngest front to come up out of her tummy
She got nothing but love for me
When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm taking all the industry's money
Revenge is sweet, honey
We run this
Young is the illest
Free is the future
Beans and bleak is right now
We can see y'all 8 miles, nigga
8 miles and running, got my 7th album dropping
And my 8th album comming, feet in the thousand, growling stomachs
6 miles and running, got my Fish grip hoppin'
And my first album coming, beating 20-growling stomachs!
8 miles and running, got my 7th album dropping
And my 8th album comming, feet in the thousand, growling stomachs
6 miles and running, got my Fish grip hoppin'
And my first album coming, beating 20-growling stomachs!
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