8 Miles And Running Lyrics - Freeway

Yeah, Renegades is back 

Em the B the sick 

It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go 

8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin' 

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs 

But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin' 

People said I would amount to nothin' that I had talent for nothin' 

Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen 

I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming" 

Now that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin' 

Wantin' something, claimin' that they done something for him 

Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform 

Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawrence 

'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was 

Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up 

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You what? Where was you before I blew this up? 

I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us 

I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up 

Back on the block, gettin' it in, there wasn't no you with us 

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin' 

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free 

6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin' 

And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs 

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin' 

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free 

6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin' 

And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs 

6 miles and running in the Pontiac, six thousand eighty six, trans 

Might shift while the engine run 

Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance 

Hear them smokers screamin' one more gram so I'ma bring 'em one 

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Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my momma 

Keep toasters for drama, mix a lot with my son 

My son growin' and he learnin' a lot 

That's when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own 

Well, a nigga, tell 'em niggas that's like the biblical scripture 

Look back, turn assault like the sin is in 

Most of ya heartless and self-centered like 

Me Shaq and me Shaq 

Set up ya brother 'cuz you jealous nigga, the heat back 

Like you never left, I ever rep, cops watch every step 

Six miles and running dodgin' every trap, the rap gingerbread man 

Cheer us up, you precious breath, State P the second attack 

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin' 

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free 

6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin' 

And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs 

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin' 

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free 

6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin' 

And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs 

Back when nobody would found 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 nothin' but love for me 

When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me 

That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money, revenge is sweet honey 

We run this, Young is the illest, Free is the future 

Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga 

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin' 

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free 

6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin' 

And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs 

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin' 

And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free 

6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip poppin' 

And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs