
Pass Me By Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
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You say it's love, I know it's fake cause you can't tell me why
Snakes in the grass, I'm on your ass, can't let it pass me by
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You say it's love, I know it's fake cause you can't tell me why
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Cause you can't tell me-
You say it's love, I know it's fake cause you can't tell me why
Snakes in the grass, I'm on your ass, can't let it pass me by
Lifespan decrease each time you shoot, man look how time fly
Out of control, ain't wanna listen, I seen my mom cry
Bro don't feel shit when he was six, he seen his mom die
Ain't scared to strike cause I was nine, I shot my first fire
My auntie asked me who was shooting, told my first lie
Nigga got killed, I closed the curtain, turned my first eye
Cuz seventeen, his friends trappin' whipped they first pot
Knew I was gifted as a fuck after my first drop
I'm not a junkie, only once I put lean in a pop
Sixteen years old, me Fred and vell, in school on Oxycontin
My kind died, we tryna slide cause shit, we outta options
They up cause we had beat they ass, so we grew out of boxing
Rats can't survive where I was from, I grew up with the foxes
Lil' brother live for killin shit, somebody take him shoppin
Say you a hunnid but you ninety-one like Dennis Rodman
You niggas steal instead of take so you is not robbin
You say you dunk but you a punk cause you is not lobbin
I told a hoe I need a freak and she ain't stop sloppin
You say it's love, I know it's fake cause you can't tell me why
Snakes in the grass, I'm on your ass, can't let it pass me by
Life's been a decrease, each time you shoot me, look how time fly
Out of control, ain't one of us, and I seen my mom cry
Bro dont feel shit when he was six he, seen his mom die
Ain't scared to strike cause I was nine, I shot my first fire
My auntie asked me who was shooting, told my first lie
Nigga got killed, I closed the curtain, turned my first eye
He take store bags on the drill cause they catch hella shells
My nigga shoot you for a buck, he feel like Tony Snell
I got a rap to get these racks, my homie need a bail
Some of my demons turn to angels, pray they not in hell
I wasn't havin', now I'm up, these bitches treat me good
See, I'm tryna make it out, you know I'm still hood
Should've got him when we seen him, wish we still could
I'm goin' up, you know it's up, lil' brother still jug
Right now I'm livin' well
Still can't forget about when life put me through hell
I stole weed aint even smoke, we tryna sell
He could be a killer, shoot his gun and still tell
Tried to run and still fell
Better say your farewell
Catch a nigga, we gon' pop him like a pill
Uh, you diss da gang blood spill
Uh, we tryna shed some blood still