Clyde Carson - Mile Away Lyrics






In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
Yeah, we holler with that dope out
All my niggas got the same dreams
Get money, live big
And she trashy if she drop me off
Now it's foggie, cause I got a Benz
Racks by the park, bitch
All my niggas had to blow
No love for a park bitch
Hittin donuts by the liquor store
Ain't no more goin five on the weed
Just fo me, I need at least a o.z
Goin hard in the pain, O.G
I'm a get it how I live homie, nigga

In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
You can see me from a mile away

Cartoon niggas, yeah, we call em Bruce Wayne
Bust it up, bend the hood, got two dames
Nigga run, who blame go bang bang
I'll go, everything call it Trinidad
Two bad bitches with me, yeah, I'm into that
Got a car chopped up, where the ceilin at
Got the rap game doped up, feelin that
Me and Clyde causin on this bitch, killin that
Hating niggas tell a motherfucka how I am
From the bay rap Golden State and the Raiders
Nigga giant on these little niggas
RIP madre cups from my real niggas
And my 2k shades, call em B40
Bitches get up and the ghost gon get naughty
We don't play checkers nigga we play chess
When it comes to the street shit, I'm the best

In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
You can see me from a mile away

Outta town, got the price up
Now I got a fat house
Everyday I see a golf course
Neighbors waving when I'm in and out
Got a view from the third floor
Fireplace in the backyard
Hall of famers livin next door
All my goons got a [?]
Cross country, puttin miles on the Benz
Atlantic City, New York by my ends
Set the bar, we don't neva follow trends
Consider how she put the world in my hands
I just wanna smash when the stacks up
So I can feel good when the rent due
You can miss me with the bullshit
Gettin money what I'm into

In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
You can see me from a mile away

In the middle of the fake shit
Real niggas punk out
You can see me from a mile away
You can see me from a mile away





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  1. d.... ....

    [Chorus:] [x2]
    In the middle of the fake shit
    Real niggas poke out
    You can see me from a mile away [x2]

    [Verse 1:]
    In the middle of the fake shit
    Real niggas poke out
    You can see me from a mile away
    Yeah, we holler with that dope out
    All my niggas got the same dreams
    Get money, live big
    And she trashy if she drop me off
    Now it's foggie, cause I got a Benz
    Racks by the park, bitch
    All my niggas had to blow
    No love for a park bitch
    Hittin' donuts by the liquor store
    Ain't no more goin' five on the weed
    Just 'fo me, I need at least a o.z
    Goin hard in the paint, O.G
    I'mma get it how I live homie, nigga

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2:]
    Cartoon niggas, yeah, we call em Bruce Wayne
    Bust it up, bend the hood, got two dames
    Nigga run, who blame go bang bang
    All gold everything, call it Trinidad
    Two bad bitches wit me, yeah, I'm into that
    Got a car chopped up, where the ceilin' at
    Got the rap game doped up, feelin' that
    Me and Clyde Carson on this bitch, killin' that
    Hating niggas tell a motherfucka how I am
    From the bay rap Golden State and the Raiders
    Nigga giant on these little niggas
    RIP Mac Dre, cups from my real niggas
    And my 2K shades, call 'em E-40
    Bitches get up and the ghost gon get naughty
    We don't play checkers nigga we play chess
    When it comes to the street shit, I'm the best


    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3:]
    Outta town, got the price up
    Now I got a fat house
    Everyday I see a golf course
    Neighbors waving when I'm in and out
    Got a view from the third floor
    Fireplace in the backyard
    Hall of famers livin' next door
    All my goons got a [?]
    Cross country, puttin miles on the Benz
    Atlantic City, New York by my ends
    Set the bar , we don’t neva follow trends
    Consider how she put the world in my hands
    I just wanna smash when the stacks up
    So I can feel good when the rent due
    You can miss me wit the bullshit
    Gettin money what I'm into

    [Chorus]

  2. N.... L....

    AYE THAT BAY BIIIZZZZZ BABY!!! This still go❤️

  3. T.... P....

    Real nigga poke out! 🎯

  4. m.... ....

    THAT BAY SHIT THOUGH

  5. E.... G....

    Master P said RIP MAC DRE BOIIIII

  6. J.... G....

    Jammin this on cedar street on the south side pueblo colorado 719

  7. A.... G....

    2019 still slappin

  8. A.... A....

    imma get it how I live ON ME nigga

  9. t.... M....

    Get money live Big, no love for a punk bitch hitting doughnuts by the liquor store

  10. j.... ....

    Erryday I see a golf course neighbors waving when I'm in and out

  11. T.... T....

    Let me operate on this one...just take this one and lead it to 2 millions

  12. K.... 6....

    2018 STILL SLAPPINNNNN

  13. D.... ....

    for the longest time I thought Master P in this song was Mayne Mannish

  14. J.... C....

    ripmacdre wonder if master p fukd wit the jacka

  15. B.... R....

    slump like a fatgirl in the trunk wrestling a Twinkie Yeeeeee

  16. T.... 2....

    slapper cuz......

  17. A.... G....

    Where's 2 chainz at bruh?

    A.... G....

    damn kidz that MASTER P Going hard.......

    A.... G....

    lmfaoooo dead

  18. J.... M....

    Hot shit bitch I'm on the east still reppin that bay shit 707 vallejo

    J.... M....

    thatz whatz up

    J.... M....

    J Miller 4 lyfe~fuk wit thiz w. Coast shitt...,,,and im frm tha south $$$$$

  19. C.... A....

    This is real and bangs. Salute to Clyde and the legend Master P

    C.... A....

    This. Conclude 36 278772 .6K https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nce-a41Qa74&t=7s 8:11 AM unklerikoe Reseda

  20. S.... N....

    horrible

    S.... N....

    Ur face is horrible stupid ass punk bitch

  21. t.... ....

    Legendery Master   P

  22. M.... F....

    Great to see Master P still fuck with the Bay Area. Great track as well

  23. d.... ....

    That shit knock

  24. A.... F....

    Nice bass