8 Miles And Runnin'
jay z freeway Lyrics

Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
We're back, the Renegade crew, with Em's dope beat

Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin' And my eighth album comin' Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs But I could rewind the calendar, back Back when it was now or nothin'
I'm on my 7th album and about to release my 8th, feeding thousands. But back in the day, it was do or die, succeed or die trying.

People said I would amount to nothin' That I had talent for nothin' Said I would succumb to violence Or be silenced by a gunman I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had comin'"
People doubted me, said I wouldn't amount to anything, that I'd be a victim of violence. But now they're eating their words.

Now that my eighth album's comin' Everybody smilin' wantin' somethin'
Now everyone wants to be my friend and reap the benefits of my success.

Claimin' that they done somethin' for 'em Got they Jay Z and pom-poms and they Hov uniforms Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawrence 'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what? Where was you before I blew this up I didn't see you in the courtroom when everyone was suin' us I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up Back on the block, gettin' it in, it wasn't no you with us
People are pretending to have played a role in my success, but they didn't show up when things got rough. They weren't there in the beginning when we were grinding on the streets.

Six miles and runnin' in the Pontiac Six-thousand-eighty-six Trans might shift While the engine run Anyone, tell your honor, "Give me one more chance" And them smokers screamin' "One more gram!"
I'm on the grind, putting miles on my car, and life is rough. I'm willing to do what it takes for success, even if it means asking for another chance or catering to drug addicts for profit.

So I'ma bring 'em one (chyeah) Only son to my pops Stick close to my momma, keep toasters for drama Make Salat with my son, my son growin' and he learnin' a lot That's with them toasters, when them burners will pop Brain on your, um-brella nigga, tell 'em niggas That's like a biblical scripture Look back, turn to salt like the sinners
I'm the only son of my father and I make sure to protect my family. I pray and teach my son important lessons to prepare him for the harsh realities of life. I won't let anyone rain on my parade and will hold my ground even if it means turning into a pillar of salt like in the Bible.

And most y'all heartless and self-centered Like Meshach and Mesha Set up your brother 'cause you jealous, nigga Heat back (ugh), like you never left, forever rep Cops watch every step, six miles and runnin' Dodgin' every trap, the rap gingerbread man Cherish every precious breath, State P, the second gat, uh
Most people in the industry are heartless and only care about themselves, like the biblical characters Meshach and Mesha. Some people even try to sabotage their own brothers out of jealousy. But I'm always ready with my second gun, dodging police and other obstacles like the gingerbread man.

Back when nobody would find he had talent Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me Nobody but mommy, blindly, but how could she deny me? Me bein' the youngest runt to come up out of her tummy She got nothin' but love for me When niggas would one me, the industry shunned me That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money Revenge is sweet honey, we run this Youngest, the illest, free is the future Beans and Bleek is right now We can see our eight miles, nigga
No one believed in me or wanted to sign me. The only person who believed in me was my mom, who saw something special in me from birth. Now that I'm on top, I'm going after the industry's money as revenge. I'm the youngest and the best, and the future is bright. Me, Beans, and Bleek are on top and have our sights set on even greater success.