This Far By Metafortae Lyrics

You don't have no friends, you don't have no bands,
How you keep these fine ass women in a trance?
Tell me how made it this faaaar,
How you made it this faaaaar o r.
You don't got a Benz, You don't got the charm
but you keep a fine ass women on your arm
Tell me how you made it this faaaar,
How you made it this faaaaar o r.

Old heads preaching to me like pastors on Sunday
Didn't miss a sermon now I'm flying off the runway
You can knock me down but I'm still going stand
Tried to make me drown but I'm still breathing
Similar to Jake the way I made it out the one-way
Died and rose again Alonzo ain't got nothing on me
I don't owe you Nada you cant steal my stride
You ain't robbing game your access is denied

All up in Hong Kong eating with my hitters
All up in your girl eating with my hitters
I'm a double up on the street no tricks
I'm a double up like four five six
Catch me on a plane Baddie on my arm
Maybe I'm in Spain feeding her Mignon
I got drip for days like my name cashmere
You got snakey ways its just not your year