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conversations.value: Write me a song called 100 Miles and Running with the following description: “100 Miles and Running” is the first collaboration between DMV artists Logic and Wale.
  The track’s title is a reference to Wale’s 2007 project 100 Miles and Running. The project was one of Wale’s more successful tapes, and Logic even used the same sample as its track, “W.A.L.E.D.A.N.C.E.” on his 2012 song “The Spotlight.”
  
  
  
  
  Wale also teased this collaboration earlier in 2018 when he posted a snippet:
  
  
  
  100 Miles and Runnin' is also the title of an EP by N.W.A, it was the inspiration for Wale’s 2007 project.
  In an interview with Hardknock TV, Logic revealed that this song was supposed to be on Ultra 85:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Logic]
  Woo, woo, yeah
  Alright, here we go
  Yeah yeah, yeah
  [Verse 1: Logic]
  Money on my mind, so I'm too paid
  Real all the time, never Kool-Aid
  , sippin' on D'usse, sike
  Came a long way from G'burg
  Puttin' in work like Ferg
  New York to L.A., Hawaii and Japan
  I'm the motherfuckin' man, 'least I'm feelin' like I am
  Got the whole wide world in the palm of my hand
  But don't give a goddamn, I'm Sam-I-Am
  What that even mean? I don't know what you talkin' 'bout
  Why nowadays everybody got a palm out?
  PLP, yeah that be me and that be what I rhyme 'bout
  I have arrived, all you rappers are in timeout
  RattPack, where you at? (Everywhere worldwide!)
  I know you been waitin' for this world to collide
  B. O. double B. Y., H. A. L. L., and Folarin
  'Bout to take it back like Doc and Marty inside the DeLorean
  I am no historian, but here to make my predecessors proud
  All you bitch niggas not allowed?
  I put it on everything, I really want a cop out
  But I did good for a dropout
  Hop out the coupe, chicken heads go crazy
  Gotta sound swag when the flow get lazy
  What up? What good? Where you at? What you been on?
  Anybody steppin' to me, promise they get shit on
  Better hop up on the train 'fore you miss the chance to—
  Hop up on the—hop up on the train 'fore you miss the chance to get on
  Mixtape Bobby, that's the type of shit I spit on
  Woo! [Chorus: John Lindahl & 
  Logic
  ]
  And it's on now
  Everybody know that it's on now 
  (I'll be damned)
  Get in the zone now
  Ohh, no, no, no 
  (I'll be damned)
  I said it's on now
  Everybody know that it's on now 
  (I'll be damned)
  Ohh, get in the zone now
  Ohh, no, no, no
  [Post-Chorus: Logic, 
  John 
  Lindahl
   and 
  Wale
  ]
  Everybody alive, everybody alive
  Everybody that's listening to this feelin' alive
  Come on now feel the vibe, come on now feel the vibe
  Come on now, come on now, come on now, you gotta survive
  Everybody alive, everybody alive
  Everybody that's listening to this feelin' alive
  Come on now feel the vibe, come on now feel the vibe
  Come on now, come on now, come on now, you gotta survive
  I said you gotta survive, gotta survive
  Gotta survive, I said you gotta survive
  Gotta survive, gotta survive (
  Wale though
  )
  Gotta survive, I said you gotta survive (
  Yeah, RattPack, Blue Moon
  )
  [Verse 2: Wale]
  Uh, smooth criminal, Mike Jack
  Throw a subliminal, put your woman in black dress
  They was in Timberlands, I was reppin' them Nike boots
  'Member them nights that momma couldn't come right back
  I'm on the path right now, put the plight on the mic
  If I write mine down, I incite my crowd
  I put Solbiato down (wholetime, wholetime!)
  Used to go to Mark Twain, Mo County co-signed me
  Got many flows that any ho would vouch for
  I got many foes cause many hoes be out for
  Had the Penny Foams, remember those was copper
  Had so many homies talkin' 'bout, "How you got those?"
  I'm Phil Knight in real life, I'm real Nike
  It's flight club in my house, they not like me
  More than likely they ain't got the heart to fight me
  It's a lie, somebody seein' me needs some Visine, yeah
  Let me let it breathe
  Saint Laurent level, weather never worry me
  I'm well aware they be wildin’ when they talkin' me
  They bitches in the ballot but whenever I be on the scene, oh
  Hammers in the Uber, I be limousine though
  Diamonds lookin' fluke but I got the same glow
  And I got a juice back around the way though
  My chain like a penguin's Pellegrino (woo!)
  We cold, we cold
  Used to be in LakeForest with the Kobe fro
  Eddie Bauer coat, Foams and a load of dope
  Boat load of white hoes I sold it to nigga
  I was tryna survive, tryna survive
  I was tryna survive, yeah, yeah
  I was tryna provide, I was tryna survive
  I put it down every time
  Got some niggas alive, I got some niggas that not
  Pour a little of brown liquor and look in the sky
  Been the talk of the town, nigga, Virginia, Maryland
  Did it all for the capital, hope you haven't forgot
  Hoes love me a lot, niggas hate me a lil
  Anybody can hear me for real give me they props
  Hookin' up with a couple models, nobody's gon' try to play us
  The motto is get your paper and make you a lot
  Pulling up with the Young Sinatra, I'm looking like Sammy Davis
  The MGM or the Vegas to shake up the rocks
  And the Stadium poppin', the Palladium poppin'
  It's a fifty a place nigga, she thinkin' about it
  I'll be damned [Chorus: John Lindahl & 
  Logic
  ]
  And it's on now
  Everybody know that it's on now 
  (I'll be damned)
  Get in the zone now
  Ohh, no, no, no 
  (I'll be damned)
  I said it's on now
  Everybody know that it's on now 
  (I'll be damned)
  Ohh, get in the zone now
  Ohh, no, no, no
  [Post-Chorus: Logic & 
  John Lindahl
  ]
  Everybody alive, everybody alive
  Everybody that's listening to this feeling alive
  Come on now feel the vibe, come on now feel the vibe
  Come on now, come on now, come on now, you gotta survive
  Everybody alive, everybody alive
  Everybody that's listening to this feeling alive
  Come on now feel the vibe, come on now feel the vibe
  Come on now, come on now, come on now, you gotta survive
  I said you gotta survive, gotta survive
  Gotta survive, I said you gotta survive
  Gotta survive, gotta survive
  Gotta survive, I said you gotta survive
  [Verse 3: Logic]
  Uh, woo, goddammit, I'm back at it
  Never out of breath like an asthmatic, I done had it
  For this shit, I'm an addict, back in Maryland livin' in the attic
  Flowin' erratic, bringin' the static, bustin' like an automatic
  I'm badder than the baddest and madder than the maddest
  My flow the fattest, hotter than a desert in Nevada
  None of the badder, fuck all the chitter and chatter, none of it matter
  Pull the trigger and listen to the pitter and patter, let 'em shatter
  'Cause I'm rippin' and livin' and strivin', the killer
  The Ripper, he callin', we'll go and he'll flow and you know
  He pursuin' it, doin' it, movin' it, groovin' it, stoppin' it, rockin' it
  Talkin' it, walkin' it, flippin' it, rippin' it, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
  Goddammit, I'm back at it
  Never outta breath like an asthmatic, I done had it
  For this shit, I'm an addict, back in Maryland livin' in the static
  Flowin' erratic, bringin' the static, bustin' like an automatic
  I'm badder than the baddest and madder than the maddest
  My flow the fattest, hotter than a desert in Nevada
  None of the badder, fuck all the chitter and chatter, none of it matter
  Pull the trigger and listen for the pitter patter, let 'em shatter
  I'm rippin' and livin' and strivin' the killer
  The Ripper, he call and we'll go and he flow and you know
  He pursuin' it, doin' it, movin' it, groovin' it, stoppin' it, rockin' it
  Talkin' it, walkin' it, flippin' it, rippin' it, no motherfuckin' script, no
  I'm rippin' and livin', strivin' the killer
  Ripper, he callin', we'll go and he flow
  Listen, rippin' and livin' and strivin' the killer, the-
  Alright, we gon' do this one more time (Listen listen)
  I'm rippin' and livin' and strivin', the killer
  The Ripper, he call and we'll go and he flow and you know
  He pursuin' it, doin' it, movin' it, groovin' it, stoppin' it, rockin' it, talkin' it, walkin' it
  Flippin' it, rippin' it, no mother to fuck up his script, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! [Interlude: Logic]
  This what we gon' do right now
  I'ma test my syllable ability, you know what I'm sayin'?
  I like to call this shit my syllability
  I've been sippin' on this tequila right now
  This one of the last songs we recording for this motherfucker
  So I'ma really gonna go off on y'all right now
  We gon' do this shit in one breath, alright?
  This ain't no bullshit, this ain't-, nah, nah, nah, nah
  This ain't no editin', we gon' do it like this
  Are y'all ready? (
  Yeah
  )
  No, no, no, no, are y'all ready? (
  Yeah!
  )
  [Verse 4: Logic]
  I'm rippin' and livin' and strivin' to kill it
  The Ripper, he'll call and we'll go and he flow and you know
  He pursuin' it, doin' it, movin' it, groovin' it
  Stoppin' it, rockin' it, talkin' it, walkin' it
  Flippin' it, rippin' it
  Like the motherfuckin' script and I'm ready to go
  When I buy it then break it, roll it (
  Daaaaaamn!
  )
  Then lick it and smoke it, choke on it later, yeah
  Slicin' emcees like Darth Vader
  Decapitate a hater the second I spit it
  [Outro: Logic]
  Say hell yeah (
  Hell yeah!
  )
  Say hell yeah (
  Hell yeah!
  )
  Say hell yeah (
  Hell yeah!
  )
  Say hell yeah (
  Hell yeah!
  )
  Say hell yeah