Lyrics Distant - MKHL, Jadakiss

Distant

Yeah, yeah
You know who it is
Ya boy, Jadakiss
You know what I mean
And right now I’m with MKHL
Naa mean
This Joint right here’s called Distant
This is a special Joint right here
UK rapper that’s living in NYC
I love that shit, Real Hip Hop
MK what’s up baby (Ha Ha)
(Stallion)
Said I got distant
Took every hit on my own
If I missed I missed it
I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m
different
But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead
We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways
Still lifted
Mans like Leo in pen cuz the door got kicked in
I was on road on a mission
Can’t get caught on the road with the pack cuz man’s don’t care bout feeding
All that what you want I have it
I don’t wanna have your whole arc end tragic
Cotching
Down in the ends too many mans boxed in
Knocking
Mans at the door, who’s knocking
Hand on the grip I’m bugging
I don’t to talkin
Robbing
Calva
Man a get stomped in
Burning
Grabba
Rolling up pontiff
Living I’m lawless
Horus
Flowing like Hopsin
Guns ain’t cheap so I’m starting boxing
Man a man move deep, late night bopping
Some mans check in
Some just stop in
Straight red dotting
Certain ends better walk with the shank something
Certain mans just offing
Wanna put me in a box like office
Keyboard to your head top like Wanted
I don’t do offers
Pay me the shit or I’m dipping
My niggas is spinning
You boutta get finished
I don’t do feds
They calling me Dennis
I know I been a problem
Fuck is a set list
Said I got distant
Took every hit on my own
If I missed I missed it
I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m
different
But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead
We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways
Still lifted
Said I got distant
Took every hit on my own
If I missed I missed it
I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m
different
But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead
We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways
Still lifted
I was never let into the circle
So I drew my own lines instead
I was in the trap looking like Urkel (why?)
Cuz I didn’t wanna talk to the feds
Big bands on me now, determined
And I still got fire in the furnace
And I don’t grow trees I burn them
I can throw racks, I deserve it
Fuck I look like avoiding service
When I was locked up days in the booth, working
Can’t touch shit without earning
And I can move like that
Cuz my pockets ain’t hurting
I hear them like
MK who do you think you are
Got a little hype now you’re talking hard
Man shut your mouth, I been spiting straight flames since the first spliff
sparked
I don’t take time to explain myself
Cuz you won’t understand my workings
You can’t understand my earnings
Turn 1 song into 6 incomes, but yeah, carry on serving
Dick a bad bitch for the cause
I was out with the gang, with the boys
I was out with the loud and the Noize
Yeah
Said I got distant
Took every hit on my own
If I missed I missed it
I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m
different
But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead
We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways
Still lifted
Said I got distant
Took every hit on my own
If I missed I missed it
I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m
different
But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead
We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways
Still lifted