Miles Away Blu & Exile (Ft. C.S. Armstrong)

[Verse 1: Blu]
Yeah, Las Vegas and Los Angeles, Louisiana, Atlanta
Miami, Florida nigga, we ain't in Kansas
Virginia, New York, New Jersey, Indiana
Detroit, Chicago, Portland, even Montana
Yo I ran to Texas, uh, away from my exes
In search of that next shit, but where was I headed?
They thought I was destined for riches the way he climbed out of them ditches
If I wasn't now getting them figures, he was probably fucking with bitches
My mama miss me, I feel bad when I get tipsy
Reminiscing on how we used to wish, watching Walt Disney
But now it's all shitty, my nigga, the grind is gritty
If you ain't getting that big cheese homie, you gotta forgive me
We tryna control this city, as if we don't already
Shit, other than more money
What do you get when you get in and study?
Chickens be hitting the celly, but none of them niggas is ready
They used to be hitting them licks, but now we be hitting the Henny
10s and 20s be leaving a nigga feeling empty, trust
My nigga did five years for 150 bucks
Niggas be spendin' they nights in prison 'cause they fuckin' careless
I'm tryna be spending my nights in Paris rolling a fucking square up

[Hook: C. S. Armstrong]
I ain't got time to waste
I ain't got time to stay
I'm on the move, promised land is a mile away
I'll be damned if I miss my fate
I'm tryna go further than yesterday, yeah
I'm just tryna go further than yesterday