| To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my To all my peoples that passed away
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| Uh huh
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| To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my To to to, Free sanity and wings as they cast away
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| Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away
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| They so synonm, there wings being cast away
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| I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake
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| I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith
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| They say I’m deep and too complex for rap
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| But yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats
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| So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that
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| But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back
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| They take this shit that they don’t understand and call it wack
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| Tell you that ain’t the way it goes son, thats conscience rap
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| But y’all running in circles working the same old act
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| And I done reaching at a level, but I’m wrong for that
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| And I ain’t bitching, I’m just tryna let you know where I’m at
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| I’m getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps
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| I feel your misery, you living off the next mans life
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| He just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light
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| I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs
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| Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love
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| 85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys
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| Catching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys
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| And bitches do it too, get deffensive and peranoid
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| See everybody wanna have some power to exploit
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| Now maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point
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| Me or you homes, I hope you following this joint
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| Stress free, people holla day
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| Just another me, to see another day
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| So let the slugs breathe
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| Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the clouds keep ???
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| All my mother fucking niggaz at? |
| my niggaz who down to body a nigga in this
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| motherfucker
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| All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers, holla at me man, let me know whatsup niggaz
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| Niggaz tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes
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| I just be thinking out loud, y’all ain’t gonna pay me no mind
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| Maybe I’m living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time
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| I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes
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| Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find
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| Nothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine
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| And I ain’t irrogant, I’m just Intellectually pompous
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| Cuz I can super seed anything you accomplish
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| This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy
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| Nobody give a fuck about you or your history
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| Do you nigga? |
| Make some shit shop a deal
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| Cuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal
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| Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal
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| If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed
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| But, don’t get me involved, I don’t owe you shit
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| The same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick
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| Your all just a bunch of misserable fucks
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| Broke, mad, drunk, high and gangsta’ed up It’s so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her
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| I’m busy mastering this ??? |
| tryna stay up And their ain’t no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust
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| Niggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup
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| Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggaz how to really give up All my real ass niggaz at?
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| All my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker
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| All the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain’t afaird to kill a nigga, holla
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| at a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pass Away, artist - Terror Squad. Album song True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп