| Come on cuz, we almost there
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| We almost there cuz
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| Goddamn, where the finish line?
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| Fuck this shit, I need some cheese
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| And I need it quicker than Nestle
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| If I have to kill then God bless me
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| All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn’t have test me
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| Left me looking like the villian, I was thinking of ending
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| Nobody knew what I was going through
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| All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do
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| But then again all these motherfuckers ain’t true
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| So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust
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| Myself nigga, damn this shit
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| Fuck riding round' nigga, fuck being rich
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| I can’t take it, the shit to thick
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| And it ain’t my fault
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| So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me
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| Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see
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| D-E-F, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right
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| I’m a kill my damn self the night
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| I get fear, it ain’t my fault he couldn’t fight
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| It ain’t like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart
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| But it’s a race, and I got a bad heart
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| Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start
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| I’m running for nothing, I’m running for nothing (x8)
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| So I’m gonna kill myself
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| A muthafucka tellin me what he gone do
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| When I knew the muthafucka wouldn’t do shit
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| A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you
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| Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch
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| I get in the mood for cocaine
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| Cuz it’s the only thing I see when a nigga look
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| Come and get the baking soda, then I flip the powder over
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| Then I got good dope when the shit cooked
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| But it crippled my to really understand that it really don’t matter
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| What the fuck you been through
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| If a muthafucka see you doin better my nigga I’m here to tell ya
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| Muthafuckas gonna hate you
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| Not a clue, If I really woulda knew, muthafuckin 22
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| 2 years wasn’t far away
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| I never would have had a chance to enjoy Pastor Troy, woulda killed myself on
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| Yesterday
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| Hook
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| This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off?
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| Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost?
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| Fuck this shit, take me to the boss
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| Do you understand the cost that was paid
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| In order for me to be here tonight?
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| Nigga whats up, something ain’t right
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| Tell the Lord to turn on the damn light
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| Feeling like an angel when I take flight
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| Shit, as I try with all my damn might
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| All my power seem out my damn sight
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| Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight
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| Nigga I ain’t Mike, I’m Micah
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| Think I’m in the wrong spot
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| Not only do I have on black, its too hot
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| But why am I by the motherfucker ain’t shot
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| I got no halo, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I’m talking to you
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| Slap the clip in the tech 22
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| Let the shit fly and it went straight through
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| Now I got a clue, where the fuck I’m at
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| Shot him with the tech and the nigga didn’t budge
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| Nigga just bleedin', motherfucker out of blood
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| Looking at me smilin', asking me what
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| I got guts, but guts, goddamn
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| Paradise, shit I can’t tell
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| Went from dwellin' in hell on earth
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| Now I’m living in hell in hell |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eternal Yard Dash, artist - Pastor Troy. Album song I Declare War...We Are Ready!!!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп