Текст песни: Pastor Troy - Eternal Yard Dash
Come on cuz, we almost there
We almost there cuz
Goddamn, where the finish line?
Fuck this shit, I need some chees
And I need the cookie and the nestle
If I have to kill then God bless me
All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn`t have test me
Left me looking like the villian , I was thinking of ending
Nobody knew what I was going through
All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do
But then again all these motherfuckers ain`t true
So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust
Myself nigga, damn this shit
Fuck riding round` nigga, fuck being rich
I can`t take it, the shit to thick
And it ain`t my fault
So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me
Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see
D-E-F, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right
I`m a kill my damn self the night
I get fear, it ain`t my fault he couldn`t fight
It ain`t like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart
But it`s a race, and I got a bad heart
Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start
I`m running for nothing, I`m running for nothing [x8]
So I`m gonna kill myself
A motherfucker tellin` me what he gonna do
When I knew the motherfucker wouldn`t do shit
A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you
Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch
I`m still in the mood for cocaine
The only thing I see when a nigga look
Come and get the baking soda, then open up the powder
?? if it really don`t matter
What the fuck you been through
If a motherfucker see you doin` better, my nigga I`m here to tell ya`
Motherfuckers gonna hate you
Not a clue, If I really wanna new motherfucking 22.
?? far away
I never would have had a chance and would have killed myself on yesterday
[hook]
This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off
Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost
Fuck this shit, take me to the boss
Do you understand the cost, ever paid
In order for me to be here tonight
Nigga whats up, something ain`t right
Tell the Lord to turn on the damn light
Feeling like an angel when I take flight
Shit, as I try I`m on the damn mic
All my ?? is out of damn sight
Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight
Nigga I ain`t Mike I`m Michael
Think I`m in the wrong spot
Not only do I have on black, its too hot
But why my K motherfucker ain`t shot
I got those halos, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I`m talking to you
Slap the clip in the tech 22.
Let the shit fly ??
Now I got a clue, where the fuck I`m at
Shawty want the tech and a nigga want the bud
Nigga just bleedin`, motherfucker out of blood
Looking at me smilin`, asking me what
I got cuts, but cuts got down
?? shit I can`t tell
Went from dwellin` in hell on earth, now I`m living inhaling hell
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Come on cuz, we almost there
We almost there cuz
Goddamn, where the finish line?
Fuck this shit, I need some chees
And I need the cookie and the nestle
If I have to kill then God bless me
All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn`t have test me
Left me looking like the villian , I was thinking of ending
Nobody knew what I was going through
All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do
But then again all these motherfuckers ain`t true
So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust
Myself nigga, damn this shit
Fuck riding round` nigga, fuck being rich
I can`t take it, the shit to thick
And it ain`t my fault
So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me
Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see
D-E-F, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right
I`m a kill my damn self the night
I get fear, it ain`t my fault he couldn`t fight
It ain`t like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart
But it`s a race, and I got a bad heart
Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start
I`m running for nothing, I`m running for nothing [x8]
So I`m gonna kill myself
A motherfucker tellin` me what he gonna do
When I knew the motherfucker wouldn`t do shit
A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you
Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch
I`m still in the mood for cocaine
The only thing I see when a nigga look
Come and get the baking soda, then open up the powder
?? if it really don`t matter
What the fuck you been through
If a motherfucker see you doin` better, my nigga I`m here to tell ya`
Motherfuckers gonna hate you
Not a clue, If I really wanna new motherfucking 22.
?? far away
I never would have had a chance and would have killed myself on yesterday
[hook]
This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off
Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost
Fuck this shit, take me to the boss
Do you understand the cost, ever paid
In order for me to be here tonight
Nigga whats up, something ain`t right
Tell the Lord to turn on the damn light
Feeling like an angel when I take flight
Shit, as I try I`m on the damn mic
All my ?? is out of damn sight
Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight
Nigga I ain`t Mike I`m Michael
Think I`m in the wrong spot
Not only do I have on black, its too hot
But why my K motherfucker ain`t shot
I got those halos, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I`m talking to you
Slap the clip in the tech 22.
Let the shit fly ??
Now I got a clue, where the fuck I`m at
Shawty want the tech and a nigga want the bud
Nigga just bleedin`, motherfucker out of blood
Looking at me smilin`, asking me what
I got cuts, but cuts got down
?? shit I can`t tell
Went from dwellin` in hell on earth, now I`m living inhaling hell
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