"8 Miles And Runnin" lyrics
(feat. Freeway)
(from "8 Mile" soundtrack)
Yeah, Renegade is back
Em, the beat is sick!
It's Young, Freeway, eight Miles, let's go!
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back
Back when it was now or nothing
People said I would amount to nothing
That I had talent for nothing
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming."
Now that my eighth album's coming everybody's smiling
Wanting something, claiming that they done something for him
Got their Jay Z pom poms and their Hov uniform
Claiming they been running
And telling everybody, like Martin Lawrence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
Claiming that they threw it up before I threw it up
You what? Where was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suing us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suiting up
Back on the block, getting it in, there wasn't no you with us
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Six miles and running in the Pontiac six thousand eighty six
Trans might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell your honor: "Give me one more chance."
And them smokers screaming, "One more gram!"
So I'ma bring 'em one
Only son to my pop, stick close to my mama
Keep toasters for drama, make Salat with my son
My son growing and he learning a lot
That's when them toasters, when the burners will pop
Brain on your umbrella, a nigga, tell 'em niggas
That's like the Biblical scripture
Look back, turn to salt, like the sinners
Most of you're heartless and self-centered
Like Meshach and Mesha
Set up your brother 'cause you're jealous, nigga
The heat back, like you never left
I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running, dodging every trap
The rap gingerbread man
Cherish every precious breath, state P the second gat
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Back when nobody would find he had talent
Nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but Mommy blindly
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up outta her tummy, she got nothing but love for me
When niggas would one me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm taking all the industry's money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Young is the illest, Free is the future
Beans and Bleek is right now, we can see y'all eight miles, nigga
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Em, the beat is sick!
It's Young, Freeway, eight Miles, let's go!
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back
Back when it was now or nothing
People said I would amount to nothing
That I had talent for nothing
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming."
Now that my eighth album's coming everybody's smiling
Wanting something, claiming that they done something for him
Got their Jay Z pom poms and their Hov uniform
Claiming they been running
And telling everybody, like Martin Lawrence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
Claiming that they threw it up before I threw it up
You what? Where was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suing us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suiting up
Back on the block, getting it in, there wasn't no you with us
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Six miles and running in the Pontiac six thousand eighty six
Trans might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell your honor: "Give me one more chance."
And them smokers screaming, "One more gram!"
So I'ma bring 'em one
Only son to my pop, stick close to my mama
Keep toasters for drama, make Salat with my son
My son growing and he learning a lot
That's when them toasters, when the burners will pop
Brain on your umbrella, a nigga, tell 'em niggas
That's like the Biblical scripture
Look back, turn to salt, like the sinners
Most of you're heartless and self-centered
Like Meshach and Mesha
Set up your brother 'cause you're jealous, nigga
The heat back, like you never left
I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running, dodging every trap
The rap gingerbread man
Cherish every precious breath, state P the second gat
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Back when nobody would find he had talent
Nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but Mommy blindly
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up outta her tummy, she got nothing but love for me
When niggas would one me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm taking all the industry's money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Young is the illest, Free is the future
Beans and Bleek is right now, we can see y'all eight miles, nigga
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
Eight miles and running, got my seventh album dropping
And my eighth album coming
Feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free!
Six miles and running, got my fifth strip popping
And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs
