### DISTANCE

### DISTANCE MC YOUNG BARZS | 707 SONOMA COUNTY \[INTRO – TALKING\] Yeah… Young Barzs, bitch. Seven-oh-seven, Windsor Town. I ain't gotta say too much. You know what the fuck it is. Let's get it. \[HOOK – HARD BOUNCE\] Distance, motherfucker, keep your ass away, I ain't got a damn thing that I need to say. Too much fake love, I can see it in your face, You can keep that bullshit, I ain't running your race. Distance, bitch, better stay in your lane, I don't fuck with the gossip, I don't fuck with the games. Whole lotta talk, but they ain't built the same, Young Barzs in the cut, put respect on the name. \[VERSE 1 – LOW, GRITTY DELIVERY\] I came through the door with a chip on my shoulder, Heart got colder, every year I'm older. Back against the wall, ten toes on the pavement, Fuck a handout, I was raised on the basics. Big mouth talking like he run the whole town, Till the real ones pull up and the bullshit dies down. I don't need a damn crowd just to know I'm a threat, Got a long-ass memory, I ain't finished with shit. Windsor Town raised me, Sonoma County made me, Life tried to break me, but that shit couldn't change me. Every crooked smile got a story attached, I can tell who's real by the way they react. I ain't chasing no clout, I ain't begging for fame, I got scars on my soul and a permanent name. You can talk all day, put my name in your mouth, But you ain't been through shit that I'm talking about. \[HOOK – BEAT DROPS BACK IN\] Distance, motherfucker, keep your ass away, I ain't got a damn thing that I need to say. Too much fake love, I can see it in your face, You can keep that bullshit, I ain't running your race. Distance, bitch, better stay in your lane, I don't fuck with the gossip, I don't fuck with the games. Whole lotta talk, but they ain't built the same, Young Barzs in the cut, put respect on the name. \[VERSE 2 – FASTER FLOW, HEAVY BASS\] Look, I don't trust easy, I don't speak freely, Everybody wants something when they suddenly need me. Funny how they disappear when the rent comes due, Then pop back up smiling like we still cool. Man, fuck that shit, I got no time to waste, I got a whole new sound and a brand-new pace. Kick drum knocking like a fist on steel, 808 rattling windows, make the whole block feel. I'm a different type of savage when I step to the mic, Got a mouth full of venom and a pen full of spite. Every bar got weight, every word got grit, I don't rap like them clowns, I was born for this shit. From the county line straight to the underground, Let the bassline hit when I come around. No costume, no gimmick, no industry mask, Just a motherfucking name and a whole lotta gas. \[BRIDGE – BEAT CUTS, SPOKEN\] You know what the fuck distance means? It means don't call me when you need me. Don't smile in my face if you don't believe me. Don't bring me your problems, don't ask me for favors. You had your chance, motherfucker. Now watch me do this shit. \[VERSE 3 – FINAL VERSE, FULL AGGRESSION\] I got a whole lotta shit that I never said, Whole lotta memories that live in my head. Some people switched, some people folded, Some stories stay buried, some wounds stay open. But I'm still right here, with a mic in my hand, Still the same damn Frank, still a hard-ass man. No fake-ass image, no borrowed identity, Every line that I spit got a piece of my history. You can hate my face, you can hate my sound, But you can't erase a motherfucker who's been around. I'm done playing nice, done biting my tongue, Young Barzs in the building, let the new era come. From the dirt roads straight to the bright-ass lights, I'ma keep this shit raw, let the beat ignite. If you ain't down with the movement, get the fuck out the way, This is Young Barzs, bitch, and I'm here to stay. \[OUTRO – TALKING OVER BEAT\] Seven-oh-seven. Windsor Town. Young Barzs. You wanted the old me? That motherfucker ain't here. DISTANCE, BITCH. Beat cuts.