8 Mile

Same nigga, notebook full of rhymes

My nigga ace the face saw the signs

My talent level excel my age

So about age 9, knew that I would rock stage

So it made me think of grades, sort of like catching AIDS

Didn't hit class, I wrote in my notepad

Mimic what I heard, got sicker with the verbs

Figured this the quickest way to get the pick-up in the 'burbs

Distribute herb, admit I used to dabble, but dawg

The snares a better sound than the gavel

Got so damn hungry, with work I used to travel

Packets in some drawers, toothpaste in the packets

Tryna leave my habitat, in ways that I've adapted

Sleep different when you on somebody else's mattress

Mental got scarred, change the pace could be advantage

Everybody in the D tryna move to Atlanta

Click your seat fool, get ready to ride

And say good bye we 'bout to go past 8 mile

Brace yourselves only the strong survive

If you alive, we 'bout to go past 8 mile

Its too happy, hope your heater is dated

Are you ready? we 'bout to go past 8 mile

Tired of hating with the changes I'm making

I've been waiting just to go past 8 mile

It's where the line divide, either side, kinda tell get a sense of your pride

Where everyone ain't the same, but in the D that's how it is

How can you judge one from where one is?

The hook be on some other shit, checking our ID's

Hate tela's go back over the 8

Used to talk to white girls that I knew I couldn't date

Cause we was outta bonds, if we met either way

Now tell me what's the call

When we still gotta go over there to hit the mall

So I'm a take this d shit far

I'm the hybrid meaning sun take a hit past ours

As the summer's get hotter, winter get colder

Sons get locked, and our daughters having daughters

Feel its time to speak, before this shit be out of order

Before you be the nigga, I'm here begging for quarters