Degrees of Separation

[Intro]
(You heatin' up, Lavish)

[Verse]
Shit I was only nineteen, Glock seventeen
I fell in love with North Philly, cause they had better feins
Plus I was raised around the chasers, I could sell a dream
Shit I just fucked a rich bitch, then went to tell the team
My wrist watch is real water, I call it Pellegrino
Now I want the Batman, you know the submarine
Shit I feel like raw & Atkins just made another bean
My bape and ape shit from Japan, the choppa Lebanese
Though she not a ten, but she so wet, I call her seven seas
I'm a dog, she a dog, let's make a better breed
I ran thru Philly like I'm Rocky, I'm just another Creed
Bro I can't let these niggas catch me, I'm on another speed
High as fuck, I'm levitatin'
And it take longer on the stairs, but I'm still elevatin'
And I ain't blow, but I ain't got no soul to sell to Satan
I got two bitches on the way right now, they telly racin'
And whoever make it to me first, know it's a celebration
It's west side only, shit like segregation
The flow cold, it's 16 degrees of separation
Ya homie got me levitatin'
Step back, see a nigga die because he hesitated
That's facts, how you fuckin' with me, you uneducated
That's facts, take it back ten years, you would've never made it
When I was sixteen, big dream, shit seemed realer than it is
The shoe fit him, and it's his
And my new shit, sound like who that nigga think he is
He think he BIG, he think he PAC or somethin'
I'm ridin' stick inside the bucket like a mop or somethin'
Like why the cops turn on they lights, like we gon' stop or somethin'
I put both hands on this ten, like it's the clock, or somethin'
Shit like it's 10:50, twin switchies
Ridin' thru the trenches, shit be gettin' sticky
Get with me, back to back machines like I'm with Wiki
No biggie, but I got my faith in this shit
It's a marathon, it's not a race, look how I'm pacin' this shit
Took sacrifices like the highest level Mason and shit
Like tell me what you want from me, it's like I'm Mase to this shit (It's like I'm Mase to this shit)
Before I locked in with the chasers, I was chasin' this shit
Now I don't even use no chaser, when I'm drinkin' this shit
The type of shit come to my mind, when I'm just thinkin' and shit (When I'm just thinkin' and shit)
A bunch of shit be on my mind like
Same dickie, ten days, nine nights
Young and reckless, you smell the gun smoke, you see em ridin' bikes
The reaper creepin' up, but he tryn' keep it up for five lights
His picture trendin' now, before he died, he had 25 likes
Shit anything I say I seen it, know I really mean it
His blood still stain the pavement, they ain't really clean it
It's like you either pick a side, or die in between it
I seen a couple niggas die from tryn' intervene it