Ghostface Killah - Distance lyrics

[Intro: Russ] Ooh, y'all got me fu*ked up, ooh, y'all got me fu*ked up Hahaha, for real, hahaha CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic sh*t only [Verse 1: Russ] My name is tatted on titties and asses 'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits First class Emirates, impact megalith Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up? Haters sayin', "fu*k Russ", women tryna fu*k Russ Y'all streams ain't really bees, I don't trust buzz I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you I live music, think big, yeah, I see major Cross the line, you in extreme danger I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer Naw for real though I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed Lotta perks since, I pop no pills though, ran up another mill', ho Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie Treat me like I'm regular but fu*k me like I'm famous please Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president fu*k it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it Rebel against the record biz' is what I represent 'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence Strange like Bellatrix On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list Make their head spins like an exorcist I put the Ms before my X like Mexican Then I can invest in the lovely [?] It's all about intelligence Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance but Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'? 'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin' It's confusin' (For real) [Chorus: Russ & Conway the Machine] I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, label me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me (Yeah) Through the resistance, label me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Look, I was the ni**a that they counted out Now I'm the ni**a ni**as countin' on when they down and out They so opiniated but can't go on the stash and pull a thousand out I let this water on my neck drown 'em out I show love to ni**as that I was never shown Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me You broke but always got your two cents, fu*k you gon' tell me? Thinkin' all the sh*t I did, so some days I felt weak Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (Talk to 'em) And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales speak Went to the protests, just to get a selfie To put it on your pages, post it for the likes Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light Them ni**as stream well but mostly over hype Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right I sold a brick of white, smoked a ni**a twice, you know I spent my life (Ooh) And all my sh*t is nice, we not the same, you never did nothin' (Nah) Smack his phone out his hand, now ni**a spit somethin' Joke about my face but your b*tch love it Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it Machine [Chorus: Russ] I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, label me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, label me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights You ni**as run up on me like I'm Iron Mike Sippin' Macchiato, Starbucks Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out the large cup Furry white hat (Yeah) Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout your roosters Every b*tch, I get 'em like, "ni**a, that's my new sh*t", no cap Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato With just a viral, then escape to Cabo, town Got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em Fake love ni**as give opinions with a complex Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals Now I'm in a place where ni**as fight to stand next to you My soul can't be sold or stole Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it So much money and I ain't even Jewish Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest We pounding everything, don't give a fu*k who your boo is Sing the hook [Chorus: Russ] I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, label me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, label me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me