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[Hook] So far to go We gotta keep on [bad word] on [Verse 1 - Trae The [bad word] I’m on a neverending vacation Until my tires go flat Or everything f-cked up and gonna fall off track Picture me like a Kodak Re-up, [bad word] they know that Feeling like I ain’t got [bad word] Work in back of a throwback I’m cold up in this hallway Hustling out it all day Trying to get this money And that Audi 8 in all grey Haters say it’s over but you can tell them I’m busy Professor with the books ? with a Smith &a Wesson Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 miles away Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly cage Pedal to the floor, I don’t know where I’m headed But I know if I’m headed somewhere that ain’t for me, then you can get it Minutes from losing focus, sick is from insane Tell em [bad word] for it, stomach said the same thing I’m nothing like a loser, knew I was here to win F-ck if they close the door, knock tonight, [bad word] in [Hook] I gotta make it I gotta make it though I gotta make it I gotta make it though [bad word] /www [bad word] [bad word] ft-meek-mill-pusha-t-so-far-to-go-lyrics.html I’m from the bottom but I still try Feeling like there ain’t a chance but I still try The streets is all I know But still I got so far to go [Verse 2 - Meek Mill] I used to play the corner with a 40 on my hip Hanging in my ? how I’m gonna get up out this [bad word] Coppers spedning erry minute, I was dirty as a broom I used to take it in the crib and write my raps up in the room Trying to chase a dream Who thought that I’d be cover of these magazines Fresh from a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline I went to BET [bad word] around with Mack machines Busting shots and ducking shots with killers right in back of me I never had a choice, I never really spoke a lot I never had a voice until I started making noise I went [bad word] with my boys to [bad word] niggas round the world Them [bad word] used to turn me down but now I’m f-cking all them girls, yeah. I’m from a city where these Young’uns doomed. I was upset my father died and turned a young’n?. For every killer, that was killed, there go another goon So every track they send my way I’m gonna go summer june [Hook] I gotta make it I gotta make it though I gotta make it I gotta make it though I’m from the bottom but I still try Feeling like there ain’t a chance but I still try The streets is all I know But still I got so far to go [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Even with the magazine covers and the articles I still got so far to go 9th-degree black belt in the Art of Blow Cook pot and a spoon in my [bad word] School of Hard Knocks, made the honor roll 7 grams to a key, I was on a roll Haters couldn’t stand it, I took it for granted Misplaced a bag of money and didn’t panic Yeah, on my road to the riches Baby-blue diamonds and them hot yellow [bad word] You can’t cancel our Christmas Italian roadsters, high yellow stitching Yeah, what the f-ck is y’all pitching? Hall of Fame with the O’s Cal Ripken My hands still in the snow like mittens Got my weight belt on: power-lifting PUSH! [Hook] I gotta make it I gotta make it though I gotta make it I gotta make it though I’m from the bottom but I still try Feeling like there ain’t a chance but I still try The streets is all I know But still I got so far to go