8 Mile

[Verse 1: Danny Brown] 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 picket 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 bounds, 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 [Hook]