Below, you will find the lyrics for Look How Far by Juicy J.
Fifteen, seventeen niggas on them twankies
Ridin' through the town, dog, smokin' on some stanky
Crusin' Farsier Blvd, made a right on Hollywood, man
Just bought a sack from the crest, it's all good, man
Look how far I came look how far I came
All my niggas rich, ooh, all we know is cream
Tris when I sip blunt full of strains
Neck, wrist, ears froze, I look like Johnny Dang
Look how far I came look how far I came
Choppa with the scope, ooh, look how far I aim
Barrel to your temple, now they pickin' up your brain
Neck, wrist, ears froze, I look like Johnny Dang
Chain bustin' out the frame, man, and my pinky ring
I be where you ain't and you ain't because you can't
Two-tone, hit my lane, and marble in the paint
I filled up the tank and I burned it to the bank
Every time I see him, he look like he getting pranked
She sent a booty picture then I sent her back with 'thanks'
See me at the party smoking with the upper rank
This here my nigga Ben, this my other nigga Frank
I feel like I'm Dolph, I did shit you niggas can't
Is he independent? What the fuck you niggas think?
I got five hundred fifty HP to the crank
If he try to skip on me, I'ma make him walk the plank
Look how far I came look how far I came
All my niggas rich, ooh, all we know is cream
Tris when I sip blunt full of strains
Neck, wrist, ears froze, I look like Johnny Dang
Look how far I came look how far I came
Choppa with the scope, ooh, look how far I aim
Barrel to your temple, now they pickin' up your brain
Neck, wrist, ears froze, I look like Johnny Dang
You catching feelings 'bout slut, nigga, you in the way
Woke up, got my dick sucked, that's what I did today
In the middle of the bar, we smokin' bags of hay
I got two bitches on my, on my feet like Chad today
I pop these meds like I'm in pain, they take this stress away
You not heavy in the game, you just a feather way
She never seen this much cash, might hyperventilate
I never entertain a ho 'til all my business straight
High speed, I been astray, my young niggas rush like a play
They have you singin', puffin' faith, every breath I take
I'd rather paint it on your face than take you on a date
Blowin' gas from outer space and sippin' toxic waste
Look how far I came look how far I came
All my niggas rich, ooh, all we know is cream
Tris when I sip blunt full of strains
Neck, wrist, ears froze, I look like Johnny Dang