Clipse - So Far Ahead (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Clipse - So Far Ahead (en) Lyrics
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They don't know what it
is when I'm on it
But once they figure it
out, I don't want it
So far ahead, you niggas are behind
Behind
You can't see it from where
you sitting (shit)
But this Ferrari leather with
the matching stitching is
So far ahead (so far),
you nigga are behind
Swerving through the lane,
serving niggas cane
Still ain't never hit a pothole
If I was Brittney Griner,
I'ma need Obama
Only one to swap is Chapo
Furthest from the streets,
Monica, Denise
Good bitches fuck with Rocco's
Put 'em in them cars, hanging
out with stars
Now it's hard to tell they not hoes
Your codefendant claim immunity
It was you and he, how'd you not know
Unless he leaving court
in a Bentley Sport
Just to meet you on a yacht, though
Understand the art of war
All my niggas draw, so
we all Picasso's
Me just being me, respect to PnB
I prolly never eat at Roscoe's
Million ways to live,
million ways to die
Millions stuffed in an auto
Million ways to wash it,
million ways to stop it
Pray for me cause we not, though
Best believe, I can whip a Christmas
Eve with some work in a hot stove
They done took it all,
praying that he fall
No more questions 'bout Gestapo
Niggas tried to sneeze at the blessing
"How could I just leave?"
was the question
Whistle blowers left me no choice
Ain't no referees up in Heaven
No mistaking me for the reverend
Ushering the money, my confession
How your pastor whip a Rolls Royce?
That was me pre 9/11
Look at me post Armageddon
Walking with my dog, I am legend
The grass is greener on each side
I done been both Mason Betha's
I done been at both intersections
I done pulled Ocean 11's
Even when the well ran dry
I done raised quotes in the desert
Tried to hide the dope in the message
Like we did the coke in the Lexus
Same hands I used to whip work
See me turn 'em both into blessings
AMG the spokes for the extras
Only way to cope with the pressure
When you feel you in too deep
Let God take the wheel like a Tesla
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