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DISTANCE Video (MV)




Performed By: 218
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: James Figueroa Jr., Jason Santiago




218 - DISTANCE Lyrics




Praying for the gang
Chasin' after money like we in a race
F*ck me over with no shame
Talk to god, I told him put me in a wraith

F*ck with you from a distance
You an open book with all your business
My niggas don't talk we move the digits
We can't f*ck with opps were burn the bridges

F*ck with you from a distance
You an open book with all your business
My niggas don't talk we move the digits
We can't f*ck with ops, we burn the bridges

Keep a code ain't no script
Send my messages, encrypt
Double package what I flip
Vacuum sealed, ain't no zip
Just got back on road with my niggas
Runnin' through these bitches with my niggas
Imma split these riches with my niggas
These lames wish they knew me and my niggas

F*ck with you from a distance
You an open book with all your business
My niggas don't talk we move the digits
We can't f*ck with opps, we burn the bridges

F*ck with you from a distance
You an open book with all your business
My niggas don't talk we move the digits
We can't f*ck with ops were burn the bridges

All these hoes gon' strip
2 AM kick your bitch out the ritz
Pullin' off big body drip (Its a phantom)
Stars on the ceiling make a wish
Take my gang to where they never been
Move my family out the ends
My baby momma is a gem
Diamonds dancing, probably give you spins

Share my clientele with my niggas
Ran off on some plugs with my niggas
Split a couple digits with my niggas
Blessed a couple bitches with my niggas
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Praying for the gang
Chasin' after money like we in a race
F*ck me over with no shame
Talk to god, I told him put me in a wraith

F*ck with you from a distance
You an open book with all your business
My niggas don't talk we move the digits
We can't f*ck with opps were burn the bridges

F*ck with you from a distance
You an open book with all your business
My niggas don't talk we move the digits
We can't f*ck with ops, we burn the bridges

Keep a code ain't no script
Send my messages, encrypt
Double package what I flip
Vacuum sealed, ain't no zip
Just got back on road with my niggas
Runnin' through these bitches with my niggas
Imma split these riches with my niggas
These lames wish they knew me and my niggas

F*ck with you from a distance
You an open book with all your business
My niggas don't talk we move the digits
We can't f*ck with opps, we burn the bridges

F*ck with you from a distance
You an open book with all your business
My niggas don't talk we move the digits
We can't f*ck with ops were burn the bridges

All these hoes gon' strip
2 AM kick your bitch out the ritz
Pullin' off big body drip (Its a phantom)
Stars on the ceiling make a wish
Take my gang to where they never been
Move my family out the ends
My baby momma is a gem
Diamonds dancing, probably give you spins

Share my clientele with my niggas
Ran off on some plugs with my niggas
Split a couple digits with my niggas
Blessed a couple bitches with my niggas
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Writer: James Figueroa Jr., Jason Santiago
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