Dre Pierré - SOCIAL DISTANCE

Now what you want (now what you want)
Now what you need (now what you need)
I need some distance
I need to gone get the fuck from 'round you niggas mane
Yea
Last one, we ready
Aight
Season's open shop, they be popping shots (uh huh)
Some is really 'bout it, some is Papa Docs
Always talking tough but they be barking like a poodle on a leash
Always ducking, used to throw up middle fingers to police
Just a bunch of 90s babies (babies), acting wild & crazy (crazy)
Party all the time just like my mom back in the 80s
Simple times, used to go outside all day in the street
On that medicine, my melanin comes from that Texas heat
Staring far into the east, still I rise from the earth
If I die before my birth this life I'm living in reverse
Memories up in a limousine right behind a hearse
And I'm just thinking to myself why the fuck is my family cursed
Everything is temporary, one day you'll be in the dirt
Deal with karma she a bitch, and I know death 'cause she's a flirt
I can't lie I been distant for a while, since a child
My nigga made a call just to make sure that I smile
Told y'all niggas I'm a loner, good kid turned into a stoner
The days be feeling longer, I can't take it being sober
Fuck it nigga roll another one, blunts, & joints, & bongs
Passing out smoking that pressure, lifted off that Cheech & Chong
Psychedelics take me outer space, distant from reality
Make a couple mil then disappear that's my mentality
Bitches counting up bodies but they got no personality
They never show me love, I'll save my southern hospitality
Yea, ay
I need some distance (ay)
I need some distance (mane)
Got to, got to, got to get away (away)
So maybe when I'm gone you'll think about me everyday
We got the spaceships and the slabs (yea)
Bitches where they bad (uh huh)
Attitude is motherfuck a nigga chase the bag (yea)
Chase a bag nigga got to chase a bag
Ay this some shit to get yo motherfucking knowledge up
Yea Meditate (meditate)
Elevate (levitate) yea
H-town, throw it up
Represent, where the fuck you from
If this a jam, bump it out yo trunk
This is for my, (this is for my)
This is for my niggas grinding, boxing out the paint
Early mornings on a hustle, losing sleep, and making bank
Shout out to the single mothers that be holding down the fort
And if you riding to my shit then major props for yo support
Rappers in they feelings 'cause I treat this shit just like a sport
Got that vision 2020 like a point guard on the court
I'm on a ledge 'bout to fly away to another dimension
Tired of being a slave working just for a pension
I'm a get it on my own, I don't need no help
I don't need awards up on my shelf
So fuck you rappers, fuck yo management, yo marketing, yo groupies
They don't mean a fucking thang
Everybody act like they know me talking 'bout nigga you changed
Acting strange hell nah, I'm just fed up with yo shit
When I'm popping I don't want to see yo face, get off my dick
A time bomb waiting to tick
Feel my rage, feel my pain, feel my presence
When I'm gone vanish with the smoke from sage nigga
We got the spaceships and the slabs (yea)
Bitches where they bad
Attitude is motherfuck a nigga chase a bag (nigga)
Chase a bag yo you got to chase a bag
Ay we gone do this shit just one more time
Now what you want (now what you want)
Now what you need (now what you need)
I need some distance
I need to gone get the fuck from 'round you niggas mane
Yea spaceships and the slabs
Bitches where they bad
Attitude is motherfuck a nigga chase the bag (ay)
Yea get yo motherfucking money mane
Don't be trying to chase these hoes
Nigga fuck these hoes ya feel me
Spaceships and the slabs
Bitches where they bad
Ay this some shit to get yo motherfucking knowledge up

Written by:
Andre Moore

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