Chris Miles - 80 Bars lyrics

rate me

I’ve been dreaming bout a deal since the age of 13

Nah, nah, hold up, hold up, look

I’m about to get a deal at the age of 13,

All I have is a dream like Martin Luther King

The youngest doing his thing,

And I ain’t stoppin' soon

Yeah I’m headed for the green, yeah I’m 'bout to get some loot

In my pocket, I’m going up like a rocket, can’t you see?

Y’all just some science projects compared to me

I’m a beast off the leash, with a need to exceed

I am bleeding my heart into these beats, endlessly, uh

See I was bullied and beat up but now I’m kickin my feet up

The kid you used to make fun of, is getting bigger than D cups

Y’all should believe it, yeah I’m headed for the top like NASA

So tell Neil Armstrong that I said blast off

That’s all, and there's nothin' more to it, just a dream that I’m pursuing

I’m leaving y’all in the ruins, a piece of me is engraved in rap

I never take it back, I stay kicking flows

Everybody call me Jaden Smith, runnin' the game, hustlin' hard

struggled to get here, I took them apart, I'm tryna blow up I'm spitting my heart to get to the fame and the glory and all that

You bitch should fall back, and let me be me,

Pro symbol yeah that’s what I’m tryna be

All my verses handicap cause they can’t understand the flow

Started at the bottom now I got that panoramic yo

The kids that used to mess with me suddenly wanna hang and chill

They try to give me five, but I leave em hanging like pedestals

Messages getting for you wanting me, like a mistletoe

And I dashed in, new figure blown, man take your best shot without the pistol drawn

I be killing everybody with the rhythm, you wishin' that you could sing along

Shut up with the comments you haters, wish to a different song

I've had it with these rappers, wish they get tackled like madden

I'm snapping passes like Ashton Kutcher, I'm a rabbit with his cabbage

And move faster Versace's palace this rap shit is never ending, assasinatin' the witness cause trick you know that I'm killin'

And step to me and get injured, can't touch me, I'm 647

And mother f your opinion, I’m doin me independently

Penetratin' the game and neutralizing the industry

Entertaining my fans and portapottien enemies

Mentally murder lames, who told me I never make it

See man the second I’m gone, I just hope that you remember me

Yeah I got these haters there’s not a survivor left to kill

I just psychologically kamikaze, the rest of them probably got the hottest flow

My saliva is like lava, go doper than lots of rastas

I be honest, I’m about to go

Back a couple records within seconds of each other

It's C missile trick the illest kid, did I stutter?

If these haters sleeping on me, well better pull up the covers

Rappers say they making bread well I turn that dough into toast brother HEH

I’m your lyrical superior, they say my rhymes are dirty

But these lames is just bacteria

Enter your stereo, when just turn it up, they ain’t hearin ya

Ending careers with the flow, causin' lots of hysteria

Paralysing these pacifists, you can ask em what talent is

Matter of fact, they won't know the answer,

Man I have had it, I'm passed pissed, they ask me what I do I tell em rap sick

Ready to kill em mad quick

They callin me a star like patrick

Man there’s no way that you can stop the Miles madness

If you got a problem with this movement, take action

Think fast in fact to attackin' me maintain my chance of makin' it

Cause these days you never know what happens

I be riding through my town boy, N Y reppin'

Got my city on my vertebrae, never stop for a second

Got these women on my mansions, who be askin' for relationships

Like I don't even know you girl

Yo I'm not even gonna take this

I'm a B O S S yeah I be underground no tech deck

A bully with a bullet could do damage, they just tryna take me out, huh check

no pay check in my pocket, sorry mom I think I better call this

'Cause this rap stuff is goin good and I'm makin' hits and good pasta

they are probably hatin' because I'm white and amazing

I got that Rudy Eugene swagger, 'cause I'm leaving em faceless

If you're a god then I'm faithless now

I ain’t makin' porn, I'm tryna -

I BE ON YOUR MOMMA'S IPOD SHE BUMPIN' MY MUSIC ALL NIGHT

I stay so fly, that pile of flow

'cause you could blow wine no holly grove, 'cause I'm an adolescent who's a boss to flow - man drop the beat no boy so

going hard sell no Satan, my boss probably get it

Back in the game again at the beginnin

Chris Mile’s a beast and don’t you forget it.

High my voice I ain't no pot head

If you're not a fan of me you can drop dead

Man I've worked too hard for this

At this point this is not an option

I say nonsense to my haters

I make progress in this game

'cause I be on that daily grind

Till the sun rises I stay here

I got no mercy when I come through on a jack

I could just kill them.. ribbon .. spittin' the venom.. you better step back

Flow hot like candle wax

I need a pen and pad to just kill these dudes

These rappers always claim they fly

But I got em trapped like pigeon coops

Kids from my school wanna chill now

After went on WorldStar got a mil WOW

Its funny 'cause the last time I turn around

All they ever did was friggin' doubt me

But I ain't trippin' yo

'cause I know they be thinkin' I'm astounding

Chr-chr-Chris Miles up in the building

I'm like a power outage I shut it down

AND I SAID

Lamborghini Mercy

Yo chick she so thirsty

I'm in that two seat Lambo

With your girl she tryna jerk me

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound

Believe! Believe!

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