Ate Miles from the City of Dope Andre Nickatina & Equipto

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
It's been a cold winter, that means heat for a real sinner
Who wanna live like a bread winner
I fly low like a blind bird
They say, on the way to Heaven man you chauffered
I think I wear the white Cashmere coat, if it's twenty below
I only live eight miles from the city of dope
I sport that Perry Ellis, girl you should hang when the God wear it
You get the smell like you in Paris
I see numbers like I'm playin Bingo
I like to mingle with the sexy single
I turn ya mind into a straight casino
I'm not a Witness like Jehovah
Get the kush or get the doja
Cut the Optimo, God-Jah roll it over

[Verse 2: Equipto]
Yeah, We coppin blow, it's to-and-fro recop
With stacks of cash, I'm sittin' there in deep thought
Trippin off all the time wasted on weed spots
Nickel-n-dimin while rhymin on the beatbox
Everything happen for a reason
Shook while it's hot, like a cook I reheat it
All day Bay Bridge it, get it how I live it
It's one mo' day closer to this next digit
Can't stop now I'mma mash for the ration
Whether its open casket, or you burn my ashes
Knowin I'm long lastin, this life is real
And I'mma live it fast with no time to kill