9 Miles

9 Miles

[Verse 1]
See I don't live in hazardous conditions
'Round gangsters and their pistols
I'm not having any issues
Don't wear around no teflones
Am I not the realest?
Since I ain't gather round my "chrk"
If someones passing on crib with-
Out asking for permission
Or aren't you catching any feelings
Though I'm handsome and my lyrics
Are a pathway or pain killers
For drastical descisions?
Or absolute love hidden
Well if thats your damn opinion
I guess I'll never make a living of this
Fuck this 
Wanna' win 'fore I die
Set my vision on rap
Darkened my mind and my mimc and I 
Made a sinister plot
I'm a meanace to god
Middlefinger up high
Rap and brag 'bout women that die;
And men that get shot
I'm livin a crime
Yo my feeling tonight
Fuck a limit I shit on the sky
And I never will stop since it's never enough
I wanna become myself but can't get that from my past
So I managed my wrath
And ravage the land
Sabotage y'all
So I can blow without a hazardous past
But it's a hazardous path
My way can't be walked without some scratches and scars
Cutting my way with words
Machette? Fuck it
If there were 
Just 2 ways I'd take the third
I would bring hope to the scene
But in what world does dope not mean green
Yo, My road, as it seems
Has some unfortunate seeds
Now get up!

[Hook]
I can't count the amount of lines I wrote
The times I hoped
My likes blowed
When the rhymes the flow
Improved
I felt like a G.O.A.T
But am I out there? No!
My path is longer
Feels like 9 mile road

[Verse 2]
See what the problem is
I get some fucking compliments
Underground
Opposite
Of what the damn masses say
I'll make my rappers way!
But it's just me that thinks this way, thinks I got things to say "Yeah right" , like my friends would say
"You suck, you're not 2Pac! When you thought you was good enough to rap you was fucked, fully stuck in a youth's dream! Why do that? You have good wealth, go to school and you gon graduate in a few months"
"This is what I wrote here
Listen to it closely!"
"It's whack!"
"It's not! You've heard it but listening? No!"
"I won't! Why would it be you that turns out as special! Huh?"
Track after track I throw a shadow on rap
Never will get
How fake fags like Kanye
Make stacks of money
2 Chainz ain't different
He's just straight up retarded
You ain't that classic when I kick it
Like spastics I'm a sick pig
Fake ass rappers like Nicki

[Hook]
I can't count the amount of lines I wrote
The times I hoped
My likes blowed
When the rhymes the flow
Improved
I felt like a G.O.A.T
But am I out there? No!
My path is longer
Feels like 9 mile road

[Verse 3]
Now you live in hazardous conditions 
'Round a gangster and his pistol
Gather 'round your bitches!
I'm passing on your clique in
My black VW and hit you!
You were a friend, a sibling
You're asking for forgiveness?
You clap your hands for happiness I'm clapping cause of sickness
My habbit is my issue
No habitat of villains?
I am and make them! 
With this I'm narrowing your niches!
This is not the only thing for me
You probably ain't feeling me
'Cause I dont need no deal to breath
Got money independenly
A job? I ain't a true mc!
When my shit be dropping, bitch, your life ends!
It goes from violence to violins, from sirens to silence, from a crime scene to a file in the crime scene
You're forgotten, throtteled, rotting in my Rottweilers dogshit pile bitch
Expired like Orlando Bloom 
You're wayne!
This is hard and brutal
My heart is ruthless
My body's full of scars and bruises
I will use saws and screws 'till every Gee has heard of me
Kiss my girls both cheeks and
Forehead farewell
See who would have thought the next big war would be started from Germany
Fuck, I don't know the fucking life in the hood
Maybe there is an advantage of beeing white in this world
It's no secret the police prefers whites over blacks
So I can't rap?!
Fuck this I will make it
My will will make me make it
War!
Spray with AK's and make it rain brains

[Hook]
I can't count the amount of lines I wrote
The times I hoped
My likes blowed
When the rhymes the flow
Improved
I felt like a G.O.A.T
But am I out there? No!
My path is longer
Feels like 9 mile road

[Verse 4]
Spray on Rick Ross
Rape some singers
Fuck peace bitch, I'll break your index
This is ammageddon
Imma get 'em
I'm spitting fuck lamas, kill em'
Fuck you, you bitches funny
Mindstate-Poor to make money? 
I'm a bar keeper! 
And you couldn't touch this  
Trust this
I've been lied to, betrayed with disguises of angels, no one does or will believe in me
You will burn within, seeing me on fire
Hold on to reach
Cold thought feelings
A Moment of peace
Try to remember my heart
Think of the past
Thinking of love
But then there was you
Again I just start
To sink into wrath 
Drown and never come back 
This game I play is a maze with plenty ways in but no way out
Miserable odds
I shouldn't let out
What's inside this is still rap
Actually yo, fuck lifting the bar
Picture that! I sit in the dark
Tryn' to forgive all of y'all
Face in spread fingers and palms
Shiver of wrath 
Try to rip it apart
Forgiveness is far
It's me and I
Myself
The man that stands there in the mirror and god
Vision is blurred
The Mimic is dark
My vengeance is harsh
The mirrors are crashed
Splitted in parts
And it isn't enough
Till I am drinking the blood 
Of those who made me this
A deamon of love
Within my heart
You kinda made me be me
Not fairly treated
Not happily nor happy ever to be
But does it matter to me?
Rap to live? No! Living to rap
No need to live in the past?
Will I forgive you at last?
I guess no...not at all
In front of me theres years of fucking monologue
Im an intruder, huh?
Telling me that I do not belong at all? 
It's just a dream I'm just a kid napping? 
Sneak in the crib cock the cloroform
Fucking don't belong?
Talk to me if you can say that in rhymes
Y'all are famous childs
Yo, if stardom or not
Hot or flop
Drop or not
This motherfucking game is mine