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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miles Low
Miles Low
Performer
Vic Smith
Vic Smith
Vocals
Miles Farlow
Miles Farlow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vic Smith
Vic Smith
Songwriter
Myles Martin
Myles Martin
Songwriter
Miles Farlow
Miles Farlow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Myles Martin
Myles Martin
Producer

Lyrics

God willing, ride wit em let the squad kill him. It's no surprise, keep it live with the time and rhythm. The way I'm making moves, I swear to God, it's blind living. I'm Illmatic, still at it, it's a nice feeling. So give me a boost, got plenty of room. Comedian dudes, ain't nobody silly as you. And really I do, work hard and make the grittiest moves, the city is me It's heat like I'm Jimmy as Choo
 Listen, God willing. So fly the sky Peeling had to look out for myself and somehow became a mild villain. My style different being tested by these trials and scriptures and I'll figure anything out. I'm down with you. Ten toes wind blows when we window my kinfolk going hard. No, I shall live up to expectations. Ex temptations move smartly. My heartbeat stress in paces. Check invasive basis. Leave them faithless. Leave. I'm nameless, fuck every chain you came with. leave your people hanging, but scream in danger Damn shame, can't pay for a love that's major
High level shit, miles really milestone reaching How many new heights can I climb without peaking?
How many new rhymes can I write without thinking? Shit it's all in due time, laser focus stop blinking
 I'm thumbing through the verses, trying to find what fit best Then I tapped it with my purpose decide to cook this shit fresh
The wrist work the dish perfect like a Michelin chef Cause I wouldn't I'm one head shot away from being mentioned with X
But I'm one hit song away from being named as the best Vegas **** got the whole city placin they bets So we ain't takin no name down to playin bout threats **** takin they tweets down and retracing they steps.
But my head on a swivel at all times For **** who fell on some hard times Who jealous of things and they warm minds They follow the light and we all shine Them duckin the lemons, y'all call dimes I'm still in my prime,
yeah This for Ms. I, this for Crazy Dee Yeah, this for Jay Scott, this for Franklin G And I can list the long lost ones from A to Z And wish he gave us more time to see what came to be
A lot to change through the years, I remain the G And known for one thing, like I'm Amerie And that's to never take a verse off, just play the beat And shit talking to the crowd as I drain the three its Miles **** Yeah... full circle
Written by: Miles Farlow, Myles Martin, Vic Smith
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