Obie Trice 8 Miles Lyrics
            [Intro] (*echo*)
            a__assins
            Muggs
            Soul a__assins
        
            [Verse 1]
            I'm stranded off School Craft Avenue, I gotta make it to 8
            This b____ I'm with, she bein fake
            I get out her car without a strand in my pocket
            She force a n____ to walk through the land of this hot s___
            It's cold as f___ but wait
            It's a full moon so it's a little easy to navigate
            I'm walkin up Greenfield with no thriller with me
            Fresh as f___, n____z come and get me
            Buses ain't workin, crackheads lurkin
            Know them stick up n____z wanna murk me and
            I reach Grand River, cats ridin by with they eyes on a n____
            I cross the light and hear them tires squeal
            U-Turn, they came back ill
            No talkin, the gun started sparkin
            Popo got to chalkin
        
            [Chorus] - 2X - (w/out - "n____" at the beginning of the second time)
            n____ if I made it to 8 Mile, you wouldn't understand the D
            So I'ma reincarnate Obie
            Put the same life in a different situation
            Show you m_________ers what a n____ facin
        
            [Verse 2]
            So I reach Finkel Ave., I'm mad as f___ now
            A n____ shoulda stuck with that b____
            My down coat ain't as fluffy and thick
            And crackheads rushin me for bones to hit
            I say "I don't got them flavors man, I'm straight"
            But raw heads like to hate
            I'm tryna make it to the next Ave., Puritan, PA
            Them same fiends goin Obie way
            I turn down, n____z followin
            I walk faster, n____z get to joggin
            Look again and them 'heads get to hollerin
            Stab me in the abdomen, Rambo dagger me
            Put me out there, Greenfield massacre
            Strip me a__ naked, fiends is even reckless
            Detroit n____, crackheads keep weapons
            Look at your life precious, it's hectic
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Verse 3]
            I cross Mack nickels, a n____ straight
            That's why I BS on the grind chasin cake
            n____z ain't shifty tonight, flippin white
            So I "Blow" past them like Johnny Depp's life
            I reach 7 Mile, it's already trouble
            A drunk n____ smashed up a couple
            Bodies in half, s___
            I ain't gawkin, I'm tryna get my a__ on the Ave
            8 Mile so close, but what do ya know
            The n____ fled the scene who killed those folks
            Witness point like I know that coat
            Like I'm the one that splattered those people on the pole
            Family members runnin up on the O
            Police can't detain him, guns start aimin
            Ain't s___ changin n____, my brain's hangin
            You wouldn't know the D if I met my destination
        
            [Chorus]
        
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