So Far To Go Lyrics - Trae Tha Truth

So far to go 

We gotta keep on pushing, come on 

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, nigga, they know that 

Feeling like I ain't got shit 

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 I'm coming 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, I'm coming in 

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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 

I used to play the corner with a 40 on my hip 

Hanging in my? how I'm gonna get up out this bitch 

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 from running 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 from running with my boys to crushing niggas round the world 

Them bitches 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 

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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 

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 arsenal 

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 bitches 

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! 

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