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Pass the Point
by Noved
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In they year 2017
Anybody's crazy
Everybody's gotta gimmick
Strapped up old ladies
We gotta stay safe
In a place of no faith
Keep your hands to your side
And stay the fuck out my space
You ain't heard man
Donald Trump is president
People still dying sipping
On that medicine
Old ass veterans
Screaming "yo let us in!"
Cops shoot the streets go to
Sleep wathcing Letterman
Ain't nothing new on the news
Throw my brew to the tubes
I ain't tryna hear these fu's cuz They're really shooting schools
What the fuck can I do
Getting fucked by the system
Like damn
This shits really coming true
And that's the type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
Just a crack of the joint
That'll get you in the joint
Or maybe even worse
Reverse this curse kid
This fucked up life might
Help you lose your purpose
And that's the type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
Just a crack of the joint
That'll get you in the joint
Or maybe even worse
Reverse this curse kid
This fucked up life might
Help you lose your purpose
I've been
Working late and pray for
Perfect days
Better that not learning from
My mistakes
Pack a bowl I'll pass a brew
And burn this whole place
Try to fuck with a rare
Mothafucka know the stakes
Damn fuck it
Still rolling in a bucket
Still throwing up these 32's
It's magic how I chuck it
Check the change
Know the pain, feel the range
Of my rage. Mr. N-O-V-E-D it's
One eight seven on my name
Plan to Heaven is the game
Fuck the money and the fame
Lost angel in my ways
So I'm stranded in a daze
Got me swinging at Giants as if
I'm Willie Mays
And I stays on the low
Cuz you know where I stays
It's that B.H kid so just
Behave kid , might know the
Same dealer but you're
Diamonds to a spade bitch
Gotta hang with a bad bunch
Who don't give a fuck
So I don't know about you
But Ima keep this hustle up
That's the type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
Just a crack of the joint
That'll get you in the joint
Or maybe even worse
Reverse this curse kid
This fucked up life might
Help you lose your purpose
That's the type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
Just a crack of the joint
That'll get you in the joint
Or maybe even worse
Reverse this curse kid
This fucked up life might
Help you lose your purpose
And that's that type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
All I needs a second
In they year 2017
Anybody's crazy
Everybody's gotta gimmick
Strapped up old ladies
We gotta stay safe
In a place of no faith
Keep your hands to your side
And stay the fuck out my space
You ain't heard man
Donald Trump is president
People still dying sipping
On that medicine
Old ass veterans
Screaming "yo let us in!"
Cops shoot the streets go to
Sleep wathcing Letterman
Ain't nothing new on the news
Throw my brew to the tubes
I ain't tryna hear these fu's cuz They're really shooting schools
What the fuck can I do
Getting fucked by the system
Like damn
This shits really coming true
And that's the type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
Just a crack of the joint
That'll get you in the joint
Or maybe even worse
Reverse this curse kid
This fucked up life might
Help you lose your purpose
And that's the type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
Just a crack of the joint
That'll get you in the joint
Or maybe even worse
Reverse this curse kid
This fucked up life might
Help you lose your purpose
I've been
Working late and pray for
Perfect days
Better that not learning from
My mistakes
Pack a bowl I'll pass a brew
And burn this whole place
Try to fuck with a rare
Mothafucka know the stakes
Damn fuck it
Still rolling in a bucket
Still throwing up these 32's
It's magic how I chuck it
Check the change
Know the pain, feel the range
Of my rage. Mr. N-O-V-E-D it's
One eight seven on my name
Plan to Heaven is the game
Fuck the money and the fame
Lost angel in my ways
So I'm stranded in a daze
Got me swinging at Giants as if
I'm Willie Mays
And I stays on the low
Cuz you know where I stays
It's that B.H kid so just
Behave kid , might know the
Same dealer but you're
Diamonds to a spade bitch
Gotta hang with a bad bunch
Who don't give a fuck
So I don't know about you
But Ima keep this hustle up
That's the type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
Just a crack of the joint
That'll get you in the joint
Or maybe even worse
Reverse this curse kid
This fucked up life might
Help you lose your purpose
That's the type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
Just a crack of the joint
That'll get you in the joint
Or maybe even worse
Reverse this curse kid
This fucked up life might
Help you lose your purpose
And that's that type of shit
That'll take you Pass the Point
All I needs a second
