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Hitman & Jet 2
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Past the Mic
Rocking in the city of the lost angels I'mma ball, this is all on my mind All I need is a shot, kind of far from a crime Searching for my other half to these rhymes I'mma know when it's time, so I'mma keep it cool
Keep it cool like my Ciroc and ice cubes I'm like fuck what you heard, though it's all true Running game in my fits, a law suit Don't get lost boo
'Cause at this time, you ain't far from a stick up Been doing this music feeling far from a deal Getting closer to a dealer, not J from Slum Village Been trying to fund this shit, it's what happens when your funds' missin' I gotta get it
Gotta get it 'fore somebody come up missin' Make me wanna go harder thinkin' 'bout my children And you niggas is faker than all my children You're all my children, yeah
While I'm in the buildin' I realized they surprised, I give an ill grin Not because I'm sick though, because I notice my clique go Harder than a part of wood, right Premonition passed the mic
Yeah, this is past life Before we touched the mic Before we knew what we had right Before we even met and got to feel what the cash like Before they even knew that we rap right This here is that life Before I-Imma be, I-I-Imma be I'mma be, ya I'mma be a muhhfuckin' I'mma be a muhhfuckin' star (Aye pass it over here, y'all)
Okay, Hitman's on, brought the swag with that You're nameless, blame this on me stating the facts Rappin' with my nigga that got my lyrical back Now I moved up in Wrekless, some niggas fell off the map Wrek city, now yo' nigga missin' a kidney I'm lookin' Spiffy, all about dollars, a couple fifties Pound sign 'iffy' Why my baby momma ain't wit' me 'Cause I'm chillin' with different bitches every night, nigga ooh
See this flow'll change her attitude if she conceited Back then, she didn't believe, but now we stars and she can see it Four hundred meter dash on the back stretch, the track's ripped The irony of buying we is like a blacksmith They bring it home like the anchor That's the last leg of a relay Simply 'cause we got the game on lock like a DJ With a keychain at the pre-game Spinnin' these records that we make
Look, we rap to burn, to cremate All you niggas who figured to worry 'bout who gay Touché to hard, ain't worried 'bout who can't Me and Jet 2 blow, get ready for two tanks Loot bank, money money, fucked over 'til it came Face. The only time I'll take a dumb brain The stu my domain, PT to bang bang Come hang, a text from yo' chick's a shame Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Because
This is past life Before we touched the mic Before we knew what we had right Before we even met and got to feel what the cash like Before they even knew that we rap right This here is that life Before I-Imma be, I-I-Imma be Pass the mic We've been past the mic (Aye pass it over here, y'all)
Here we are as one finally united like the flight and You're a target, I'm a marksman My deparment, yeah heavily guarded by some artists You get set up when I'm fed up how I turn 'em to plain targets Yeah, Peyton Manning on offense No longer a Colt, but still ridin' with the horses Wouldn't get the picture if it's painted in a portrait I double excel, now they wonder where my source is
And my Porsche is coming up like forklift Know where I'm from, crash courses Hit abortion, I came out too early But too early, still came with no worries
Ooooh, oooh oooh Oooh, oooh oooh Pass the mic
They tellin' me to pass the mic But I tell 'em that I'm past the mic They tellin' me to pass the mic But I tell 'em that I'm past the mic Ayo, hit, Hitman, Hitman, Like. like what do we. what.what (Laughter)
This is past life Before we touched the mic Before we knew what we had right Before we even met and got to feel what the cash like Before they even knew that we rap right This here is that life Before I-Imma be, I-I-Imma be Pass the mic We've been past the mic (Aye pass it over here, y'all)
Rockin' in the city of the Rockin', rockin' in the city of the Rockin' rockin' in the city of the los Rockin' rockin' in the, alright Rockin' in the city of the lost angels this is mine this is all on my Rockin' in the city of the lost angels Alright, Rockin' in the city of the lost angels I'mma ball this is all on my mind All I need is a shot, kind of far from a crime All I need is a shot, kind of far, alright Rockin' in the city of the lost angels I'mma ball this is all on my mind All I need is a shot, kind of far from a crime Searching for my other half to these rhymes I'mma know when it's time, so
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