Passes Itself Lyrics

Aye

Sixty's vibes

Shorty with the thicker thighs

Stretch marks

Things that I cannot deny

In my life

Change things around me

But I can't lie

Danger still surrounds me

When rich niggas park the Lambo

Do cops gotta watch?

Or could they watch the road?

Questions I ask myself

We live in America where time passes itself

I wear shoes that represent

Straight niggas

I don't care if they get small percent

They still niggas

Yeezy's, J's

Fuck it throw me Baller Brand

I don't care I don't care

Trade influence for the cash

They act like these white kids

Won't elect Kanye ass for the prez

Yasin Bey up for VP

We don't fuck round wit these streets

One drop top chart

Then you fall from ya peak

Niggas hate niggas wait

But they never, never be

Genuinely themselves

Young nigga please just dell

You talking to please yo help

When you should increase yo self

Awareness for doe and wealth

You got me all fucked up dawg

I ain't even playing round with you

Aww I might just call up dawg

Man I got these Klein on my drawers

I only wear that nigga on my ass

Fuck round with us

End up losing cash

Cause the secret is

Niggas run the game

Like women run the world

I just gotta get my bank up

For the kids and my girl

Woah ohhhh

Woooahh woooahh

Awww oooh

Ohhh oh oh

Woooahh woooahh

Aye

Sixty's vibes

Shorty with the thicker thighs

Stretch marks

Things that I cannot deny

In my life

Change things around me

But I can't lie

Danger still surrounds me

When rich niggas park the Lambo

Do cops gotta watch?

Or could they watch the road?

Questions I ask myself

We live in America where time passes itself

In o-one my grandma died in my bedroom

In my bed to be exact

I ain't even tripping off that

I'm kinda mad about the fact

That when we called the ambulance

They brought a wheelchair upstairs

Instead of oxygen

Awwww damn

My momma called them niggas told em

That we need air she can't breathe

Instead this is what you bring?

I got a chip on my shoulder

Larger than the fucking dream

That I manifested from being

And you think I'm

Supposed to respect these niggas

I got glitches in my face

When I close my eyes

I can't think about the race

I gotta win or die

I swear to God I'm on two

Fuck being on one

Everything I plan to do

I'm gone do under the sun

Sixty's vibes

Shorty with the thicker thighs

Stretch marks

Things that I cannot deny

In my life

Change things around me

But I can't lie

Danger still surrounds me

When rich niggas park the Lambo

Do cops gotta watch?

Or could they watch the road?

Questions I ask myself

We live in America where time passes itself