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Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy

Eternal Yard Dash

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Ha Ha Haa Ha Ha Ha HA Ha Ha Ha
Come on cuz, we almost there
We almost there cuz
Godd*mn, where the finish line?

(what)(11x)

fk this s**t, I need some cheese
And I need the cookie and the nestle
If I have to kill then God bless me
All these p*ssy motherfkers, they shouldn't have test me
Left me looking like the villain , I was thinking of ending
Nobody knew what I was going through
All these motherfkers saying what they gonna do
But then again all these motherfkers ain't true
So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust
Myself nigg*, d*mn this s**t
fk riding round' nigg*, fk being rich
I can't take it, the s**t to thick
And it ain't my fault
So I ought to give the motherfker telling lies to me
Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I godd*mn see
D-E-F, no ones left, then again, s**t no ones right
I'm a kill my d*mn self the night
I get fear, it ain't my fault he couldn't fight
It ain't like, when I motherfking 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 (7x)
So I'm gonna kill myself

A motherfker tellin' me what he gonna do
When I knew the motherfker wouldn't do s**t
A nigg* tease you, then a nigg* leave you
Cause he heard that the s**t done got thick, punk b*tch
I'm in the mood for cocaine
The only thing I see when a nigg* look
Come and get the baking soda, let me split the powder open
then I got this dope when the s**t cook
What it took for me to really understand if it really don't matter
What the fk you been through
If a motherfker see you doin' better, my nigg* I'm here to tell ya'
Motherfkers gonna hate you
Not a clue, If I really wanna new motherfking 22.
two years was that far away
I never would have had a chance and would have killed Pastor Troy on yesterday

hook

This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off
Where the fk, all the loved ones that I lost
fk this s**t, take me to the boss
Do you understand the cost, ever paid
In order for me to be here tonight
nigg* whats up, something ain't right
Tell the Lord to turn on the d*mn light
Feeling like an angel when I take flight
s**t, as I try I'm on the d*mn mic
All my pounds tune out my d*mn sight
Look, why the fk I was packed so tight
nigg* I ain't Mike I'm Micah
Think I'm in the wrong spot
Not only do I have on black, its too hot
But why my K motherfker ain't shot
I got those halos, hello, motherfker s**t nigg*, I'm talking to you
Slap the clip in the tech 22.
Let the s**t fly going straight through
Now I got a clue, where the fk I'm at
Shawty want the tech and a nigg* want the bud
nigg* just bleedin', motherfker out of blood
Looking at me smilin', asking me what
I got cuts, but cuts got down
everyday s**t I can't tell
Went from dwellin' in hell on earth, now I'm living inhaling hell

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