Sebastian Schmidt - 9 Miles lyrics

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 pa**ing 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 k**ers For drastical descisions? Or absolute love hidden Well if thats your damn opinion Iguess I'll never make a living of this f** 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 f** a limit I sh** 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 Butit's a hazardous path My way can't be walked without some scratches and scars Cutting my way with words Machette? f** 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 f**ing compliments Underground Opposite Of what the damn ma**es 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 s**, you're not 2Pac! When you thought you was good enough to rap you was f**ed, 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 f*gs like Kanye Make stacks of money 2 Chainz ain't different He's just straight up retarded You ain't that cla**ic when I kick it Like spastics I'm a sick pig Fake a** 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 b**hes! I'm pa**ing 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 thisI'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 sh** be dropping, b**h, 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 dogsh** pile b**h 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 f**, I don't know the f**ing 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?! f** 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 f** peace b**h, I'll break your index This is ammageddon Imma get 'em I'm spitting f** lamas, k** em' f** you, you b**hes funny Mindstate-Poor to make money? I'm abar 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, f** 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 f**ing 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 co*k the cloroform f**ing 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 motherf**ing game is mine