[{"id":17920766,"name":"Pass Away","trackName":"Pass Away","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"Terror Squad - True Story","duration":232.314937,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Armageddon talking)\nTo all my, to all my, to all my, to all my\nTo all my peoples that passed away\nUh huh\nTo all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my\nTo to to, Free sanity and wings as they cast away\n\n(Verse 1: Armageddon)\nSometimes I envious on peoples that past away\nThey so synonm, there wings being cast away\nI dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake\nI keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith\nThey say I'm deep and too complex for rap\nBut yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats\nSo I chose to share the light and write my bars with that\nBut niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back\nThey take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack\nTell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap\nBut y'all running in circles working the same old act\nAnd I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that\nAnd I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at\nI'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps\nI feel your misery, you living off the next mans life\nHe just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light\nI wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs\nRisking their freedom, for short money and weak love\n85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys\nCatching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys\nAnd bitches do it too, get deffensive and peranoid\nSee everybody wanna have some power to exploit\nNow maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point\nMe or you homes, I hope you following this joint\n\n(Hook: Tony Sunshine)\nI need a Stress free, peaceful holiday\nJust enough for me to see another day\nTo let the stars breathe\nEasy for a day, I feel all alone while the crowd keep chillin\n\n(2pac Talking)\nAll my mother fucking niggaz at? my niggaz who down to body a nigga in this\nmotherfucker\nAll my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers, holla at me man, let me\nknow whatsup niggaz\n\n(2nd Verse: Armageddon)\nNiggaz tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes\nI just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind\nMaybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time\nI got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes\nLooking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find\nNothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine\nAnd I ain't irrogant, I'm just Intellectually pompous\nCuz I can super seed anything you accomplish\nThis nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy\nNobody give a fuck about you or your history\nDo you nigga? Make some shit shop a deal\nCuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal\nTake my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal\nIf not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed\nBut, don't get me involved, I don't owe you shit\nThe same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick\nYour all just a bunch of misserable fucks\nBroke, mad, drunk, high and gangsta'ed up\nIt's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her\nI'm busy mastering this? tryna stay up\nAnd their ain't no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up\nMy nigga L home just in time to witness me bust\nNiggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup\nGo in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggaz how to really give up\n\n(Hook)\n\n(2pac Talking)\nAll my real ass niggaz at?\nAll my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker\nAll the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain't afraid to kill a nigga, holla\nat a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pass Away\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: Terror Squad - True Story\n  duration_ms: 232315\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Armageddon talking)\n  To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my\n  To all my peoples that passed away\n  Uh huh\n  To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my\n  To to to, Free sanity and wings as they cast away\n\n  (Verse 1: Armageddon)\n  Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away\n  They so synonm, there wings being cast away\n  I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake\n  I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith\n  They say I'm deep and too complex for rap\n  But yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats\n  So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that\n  But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back\n  They take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack\n  Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap\n  But y'all running in circles working the same old act\n  And I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that\n  And I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at\n  I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps\n  I feel your misery, you living off the next mans life\n  He just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light\n  I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs\n  Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love\n  85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys\n  Catching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys\n  And bitches do it too, get deffensive and peranoid\n  See everybody wanna have some power to exploit\n  Now maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point\n  Me or you homes, I hope you following this joint\n\n  (Hook: Tony Sunshine)\n  I need a Stress free, peaceful holiday\n  Just enough for me to see another day\n  To let the stars breathe\n  Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the crowd keep chillin\n\n  (2pac Talking)\n  All my mother fucking niggaz at? my niggaz who down to body a nigga in this\n  motherfucker\n  All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers, holla at me man, let me\n  know whatsup niggaz\n\n  (2nd Verse: Armageddon)\n  Niggaz tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes\n  I just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind\n  Maybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time\n  I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes\n  Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find\n  Nothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine\n  And I ain't irrogant, I'm just Intellectually pompous\n  Cuz I can super seed anything you accomplish\n  This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy\n  Nobody give a fuck about you or your history\n  Do you nigga? Make some shit shop a deal\n  Cuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal\n  Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal\n  If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed\n  But, don't get me involved, I don't owe you shit\n  The same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick\n  Your all just a bunch of misserable fucks\n  Broke, mad, drunk, high and gangsta'ed up\n  It's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her\n  I'm busy mastering this? tryna stay up\n  And their ain't no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up\n  My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust\n  Niggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup\n  Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggaz how to really give up\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (2pac Talking)\n  All my real ass niggaz at?\n  All my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker\n  All the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain't afraid to kill a nigga, holla\n  at a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga\n"},{"id":1164995,"name":"Pass Away","trackName":"Pass Away","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Armageddon talking)\nTo all my, to all my, to all my, to all my\nTo all my peoples that passed away\nUh huh\nTo all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my\nTo to to, Free sanity and wings as they cast away\n\n(Verse 1: Armageddon)\nSometimes I envious on peoples that past away\nThey so synonm, there wings being cast away\nI dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake\nI keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith\nThey say I'm deep and too complex for rap\nBut yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats\nSo I chose to share the light and write my bars with that\nBut niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back\nThey take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack\nTell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap\nBut y'all running in circles working the same old act\nAnd I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that\nAnd I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at\nI'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps\nI feel your misery, you living off the next mans life\nHe just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light\nI wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs\nRisking their freedom, for short money and weak love\n85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys\nCatching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys\nAnd bitches do it too, get deffensive and peranoid\nSee everybody wanna have some power to exploit\nNow maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point\nMe or you homes, I hope you following this joint\n\n(Hook: Tony Sunshine)\nI need a Stress free, peaceful holiday\nJust enough for me to see another day\nTo let the stars breathe\nEasy for a day, I feel all alone while the crowd keep chillin\n\n(2pac Talking)\nAll my mother fucking niggaz at? my niggaz who down to body a nigga in this\nMotherfucker\nAll my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers, holla at me man, let me\nKnow whatsup niggaz\n\n(2nd Verse: Armageddon)\nNiggaz tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes\nI just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind\nMaybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time\nI got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes\nLooking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find\nNothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine\nAnd I ain't irrogant, I'm just Intellectually pompous\nCuz I can super seed anything you accomplish\nThis nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy\nNobody give a fuck about you or your history\nDo you nigga? Make some shit shop a deal\nCuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal\nTake my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal\nIf not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed\nBut, don't get me involved, I don't owe you shit\nThe same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick\nYour all just a bunch of misserable fucks\nBroke, mad, drunk, high and gangsta'ed up\nIt's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her\nI'm busy mastering this? tryna stay up\nAnd their ain't no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up\nMy nigga L home just in time to witness me bust\nNiggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup\nGo in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggaz how to really give up\n\n(Hook)\n\n(2pac Talking)\nAll my real ass niggaz at?\nAll my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker\nAll the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain't afraid to kill a nigga, holla\nAt a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pass Away\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Armageddon talking)\n  To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my\n  To all my peoples that passed away\n  Uh huh\n  To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my\n  To to to, Free sanity and wings as they cast away\n\n  (Verse 1: Armageddon)\n  Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away\n  They so synonm, there wings being cast away\n  I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake\n  I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith\n  They say I'm deep and too complex for rap\n  But yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats\n  So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that\n  But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back\n  They take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack\n  Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap\n  But y'all running in circles working the same old act\n  And I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that\n  And I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at\n  I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps\n  I feel your misery, you living off the next mans life\n  He just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light\n  I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs\n  Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love\n  85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys\n  Catching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys\n  And bitches do it too, get deffensive and peranoid\n  See everybody wanna have some power to exploit\n  Now maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point\n  Me or you homes, I hope you following this joint\n\n  (Hook: Tony Sunshine)\n  I need a Stress free, peaceful holiday\n  Just enough for me to see another day\n  To let the stars breathe\n  Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the crowd keep chillin\n\n  (2pac Talking)\n  All my mother fucking niggaz at? my niggaz who down to body a nigga in this\n  Motherfucker\n  All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers, holla at me man, let me\n  Know whatsup niggaz\n\n  (2nd Verse: Armageddon)\n  Niggaz tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes\n  I just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind\n  Maybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time\n  I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes\n  Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find\n  Nothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine\n  And I ain't irrogant, I'm just Intellectually pompous\n  Cuz I can super seed anything you accomplish\n  This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy\n  Nobody give a fuck about you or your history\n  Do you nigga? Make some shit shop a deal\n  Cuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal\n  Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal\n  If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed\n  But, don't get me involved, I don't owe you shit\n  The same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick\n  Your all just a bunch of misserable fucks\n  Broke, mad, drunk, high and gangsta'ed up\n  It's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her\n  I'm busy mastering this? tryna stay up\n  And their ain't no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up\n  My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust\n  Niggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup\n  Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggaz how to really give up\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (2pac Talking)\n  All my real ass niggaz at?\n  All my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker\n  All the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain't afraid to kill a nigga, holla\n  At a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga\n"},{"id":31929435,"name":"Pass Away","trackName":"Pass Away","artistName":"Terror Squad,Tony Sunshine,Armageddon","albumName":"True Story","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my\nTo all my peoples that passed away, uh huh\nTo all my peoples that passed away\nTo all my, to all my\nTo, to\nFree sailing in the winds as they cast away\n\nSometimes I'm envious of peoples that passed away\nThey soul sailing in the winds being cast away\nI dream so vivid the scene shakes me fast awake\nI keep thinking maybe something's\nTrying to show me how to master my fate\nThey say I'm deep and too complex for rap\nBut yo I grew to learn there's more to life than cars and gats\nSo I chose to shed the light and write my bars with that\nBut niggas scared to grow so they tend to hold you back\n\nThey take the shit that they don't understand and call it wack\nTell you that ain't the way to go son that's cartridge rap\nBut y'all running in circles working the same old act\nAnd I done reached another level but I'm wrong for that\nAnd I ain't bitching I'm just trying to let you know where I'm at\nI'm getting old as my son grows so do my raps\n\nI feel your misery you living off the next man's life\nHe just as bad cause he drains you to strengthen his light\nI want to shout out all the two time\nFelons holding guns for weak thugs\nRisking they freedom for short money and weak love\n\n85Ers trying to earn respect from them young boys\n\nCatching temper tantrums having fits like young boys\nAnd bitches do it too, get defensive and paranoid\nSee everybody want to have some power to exploit\nNow maybe you can tell me who's the problem at this point\n\nMe or you homes hope you following this joint\n\nI need a stress free peaceful holiday\nJust enough for me to see another day\nTo let this world breathe easy for a day\nI feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheering\n\nAll my motherfucking niggas here\nMy niggas who down to body a nigga in this motherfucker\nAll my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers\nHoller at me man let me know what's up nigga\n\nNiggas be trying to please the crowd when they creating they rhymes\nI just be thinking out loud y'all can pay me no mind\nMaybe I'm living in the cloud or just ahead of my time\nI got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes\nLooking back trying to trace tracks to see what I find\nNothing but evidence to back the fact the world is mine\nAnd I ain't arrogant I'm just intellectually pompous\nCause I can supersede anything you accomplish\nThis nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy\nNobody give a fuck about you and your history\n\nDo you nigga, make some shit shop a deal\nCause that hot shit you talking get you popped for real\nTake my advice that's a gesture like a cot in the mill\nIf not fuck it you can starve and keep your eyes peeled\nBut don't get me involved I don't owe you shit\nThe same goes for that little bitch that's all on my dick\n\nY'all all just a bunch of miserable fucks\n\nBroke, mad, drunk, high, and gangsta'd up\nIt's so sad I wish that I could cry for him and her\nI'm busy mastering this balance act trying to stay up\nAnd ain't no looking back I got my crazy mind made up\n\nMy nigga L home just in time to witness me bust\nNiggas saying speak the truth Getty that's what's up\n\nGo in the booth produce the proof show\nThese niggas how to really get bucks\n\nI need a stress free peaceful holiday\nJust enough for me to see another day\nTo let this world breathe easy for a day\nI feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheering\n\nAll my real ass niggas here\nAll my motherfucking riders\nAll my bitches in this motherfucker\nAll my niggas with money\nThem niggas who ain't scared to kill a nigga\nHoller at a nigga\nLet me know where you niggas at nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pass Away\n  artist: Terror Squad,Tony Sunshine,Armageddon\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my\n  To all my peoples that passed away, uh huh\n  To all my peoples that passed away\n  To all my, to all my\n  To, to\n  Free sailing in the winds as they cast away\n\n  Sometimes I'm envious of peoples that passed away\n  They soul sailing in the winds being cast away\n  I dream so vivid the scene shakes me fast awake\n  I keep thinking maybe something's\n  Trying to show me how to master my fate\n  They say I'm deep and too complex for rap\n  But yo I grew to learn there's more to life than cars and gats\n  So I chose to shed the light and write my bars with that\n  But niggas scared to grow so they tend to hold you back\n\n  They take the shit that they don't understand and call it wack\n  Tell you that ain't the way to go son that's cartridge rap\n  But y'all running in circles working the same old act\n  And I done reached another level but I'm wrong for that\n  And I ain't bitching I'm just trying to let you know where I'm at\n  I'm getting old as my son grows so do my raps\n\n  I feel your misery you living off the next man's life\n  He just as bad cause he drains you to strengthen his light\n  I want to shout out all the two time\n  Felons holding guns for weak thugs\n  Risking they freedom for short money and weak love\n\n  85Ers trying to earn respect from them young boys\n\n  Catching temper tantrums having fits like young boys\n  And bitches do it too, get defensive and paranoid\n  See everybody want to have some power to exploit\n  Now maybe you can tell me who's the problem at this point\n\n  Me or you homes hope you following this joint\n\n  I need a stress free peaceful holiday\n  Just enough for me to see another day\n  To let this world breathe easy for a day\n  I feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheering\n\n  All my motherfucking niggas here\n  My niggas who down to body a nigga in this motherfucker\n  All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers\n  Holler at me man let me know what's up nigga\n\n  Niggas be trying to please the crowd when they creating they rhymes\n  I just be thinking out loud y'all can pay me no mind\n  Maybe I'm living in the cloud or just ahead of my time\n  I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes\n  Looking back trying to trace tracks to see what I find\n  Nothing but evidence to back the fact the world is mine\n  And I ain't arrogant I'm just intellectually pompous\n  Cause I can supersede anything you accomplish\n  This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy\n  Nobody give a fuck about you and your history\n\n  Do you nigga, make some shit shop a deal\n  Cause that hot shit you talking get you popped for real\n  Take my advice that's a gesture like a cot in the mill\n  If not fuck it you can starve and keep your eyes peeled\n  But don't get me involved I don't owe you shit\n  The same goes for that little bitch that's all on my dick\n\n  Y'all all just a bunch of miserable fucks\n\n  Broke, mad, drunk, high, and gangsta'd up\n  It's so sad I wish that I could cry for him and her\n  I'm busy mastering this balance act trying to stay up\n  And ain't no looking back I got my crazy mind made up\n\n  My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust\n  Niggas saying speak the truth Getty that's what's up\n\n  Go in the booth produce the proof show\n  These niggas how to really get bucks\n\n  I need a stress free peaceful holiday\n  Just enough for me to see another day\n  To let this world breathe easy for a day\n  I feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheering\n\n  All my real ass niggas here\n  All my motherfucking riders\n  All my bitches in this motherfucker\n  All my niggas with money\n  Them niggas who ain't scared to kill a nigga\n  Holler at a nigga\n  Let me know where you niggas at nigga\n"},{"id":35188715,"name":"Pass Away","trackName":"Pass Away","artistName":"Terror Squad f. Tony Sunshine","albumName":"True Story","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my\nTo all my peoples that passed away, uh huh\nTo all my peoples that passed away\nTo all my, to all my\nTo, to\nFree sailing in the winds as they cast away\n\nSometimes I'm envious of peoples that passed away\nThey soul sailing in the winds being cast away\nI dream so vivid the scene shakes me fast awake\nI keep thinking maybe something's\nTrying to show me how to master my fate\nThey say I'm deep and too complex for rap\nBut yo I grew to learn there's more to life than cars and gats\nSo I chose to shed the light and write my bars with that\nBut niggas scared to grow so they tend to hold you back\n\nThey take the shit that they don't understand and call it wack\nTell you that ain't the way to go son that's cartridge rap\nBut y'all running in circles working the same old act\nAnd I done reached another level but I'm wrong for that\nAnd I ain't bitching I'm just trying to let you know where I'm at\nI'm getting old as my son grows so do my raps\n\nI feel your misery you living off the next man's life\nHe just as bad cause he drains you to strengthen his light\nI want to shout out all the two time\nFelons holding guns for weak thugs\nRisking they freedom for short money and weak love\n\n85Ers trying to earn respect from them young boys\n\nCatching temper tantrums having fits like young boys\nAnd bitches do it too, get defensive and paranoid\nSee everybody want to have some power to exploit\nNow maybe you can tell me who's the problem at this point\n\nMe or you homes hope you following this joint\n\nI need a stress free peaceful holiday\nJust enough for me to see another day\nTo let this world breathe easy for a day\nI feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheering\n\nAll my motherfucking niggas here\nMy niggas who down to body a nigga in this motherfucker\nAll my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers\nHoller at me man let me know what's up nigga\n\nNiggas be trying to please the crowd when they creating they rhymes\nI just be thinking out loud y'all can pay me no mind\nMaybe I'm living in the cloud or just ahead of my time\nI got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes\nLooking back trying to trace tracks to see what I find\nNothing but evidence to back the fact the world is mine\nAnd I ain't arrogant I'm just intellectually pompous\nCause I can supersede anything you accomplish\nThis nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy\nNobody give a fuck about you and your history\n\nDo you nigga, make some shit shop a deal\nCause that hot shit you talking get you popped for real\nTake my advice that's a gesture like a cot in the mill\nIf not fuck it you can starve and keep your eyes peeled\nBut don't get me involved I don't owe you shit\nThe same goes for that little bitch that's all on my dick\n\nY'all all just a bunch of miserable fucks\n\nBroke, mad, drunk, high, and gangsta'd up\nIt's so sad I wish that I could cry for him and her\nI'm busy mastering this balance act trying to stay up\nAnd ain't no looking back I got my crazy mind made up\n\nMy nigga L home just in time to witness me bust\nNiggas saying speak the truth Getty that's what's up\n\nGo in the booth produce the proof show\nThese niggas how to really get bucks\n\nI need a stress free peaceful holiday\nJust enough for me to see another day\nTo let this world breathe easy for a day\nI feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheering\n\nAll my real ass niggas here\nAll my motherfucking riders\nAll my bitches in this motherfucker\nAll my niggas with money\nThem niggas who ain't scared to kill a nigga\nHoller at a nigga\nLet me know where you niggas at nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pass Away\n  artist: Terror Squad f. Tony Sunshine\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my\n  To all my peoples that passed away, uh huh\n  To all my peoples that passed away\n  To all my, to all my\n  To, to\n  Free sailing in the winds as they cast away\n\n  Sometimes I'm envious of peoples that passed away\n  They soul sailing in the winds being cast away\n  I dream so vivid the scene shakes me fast awake\n  I keep thinking maybe something's\n  Trying to show me how to master my fate\n  They say I'm deep and too complex for rap\n  But yo I grew to learn there's more to life than cars and gats\n  So I chose to shed the light and write my bars with that\n  But niggas scared to grow so they tend to hold you back\n\n  They take the shit that they don't understand and call it wack\n  Tell you that ain't the way to go son that's cartridge rap\n  But y'all running in circles working the same old act\n  And I done reached another level but I'm wrong for that\n  And I ain't bitching I'm just trying to let you know where I'm at\n  I'm getting old as my son grows so do my raps\n\n  I feel your misery you living off the next man's life\n  He just as bad cause he drains you to strengthen his light\n  I want to shout out all the two time\n  Felons holding guns for weak thugs\n  Risking they freedom for short money and weak love\n\n  85Ers trying to earn respect from them young boys\n\n  Catching temper tantrums having fits like young boys\n  And bitches do it too, get defensive and paranoid\n  See everybody want to have some power to exploit\n  Now maybe you can tell me who's the problem at this point\n\n  Me or you homes hope you following this joint\n\n  I need a stress free peaceful holiday\n  Just enough for me to see another day\n  To let this world breathe easy for a day\n  I feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheering\n\n  All my motherfucking niggas here\n  My niggas who down to body a nigga in this motherfucker\n  All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers\n  Holler at me man let me know what's up nigga\n\n  Niggas be trying to please the crowd when they creating they rhymes\n  I just be thinking out loud y'all can pay me no mind\n  Maybe I'm living in the cloud or just ahead of my time\n  I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes\n  Looking back trying to trace tracks to see what I find\n  Nothing but evidence to back the fact the world is mine\n  And I ain't arrogant I'm just intellectually pompous\n  Cause I can supersede anything you accomplish\n  This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy\n  Nobody give a fuck about you and your history\n\n  Do you nigga, make some shit shop a deal\n  Cause that hot shit you talking get you popped for real\n  Take my advice that's a gesture like a cot in the mill\n  If not fuck it you can starve and keep your eyes peeled\n  But don't get me involved I don't owe you shit\n  The same goes for that little bitch that's all on my dick\n\n  Y'all all just a bunch of miserable fucks\n\n  Broke, mad, drunk, high, and gangsta'd up\n  It's so sad I wish that I could cry for him and her\n  I'm busy mastering this balance act trying to stay up\n  And ain't no looking back I got my crazy mind made up\n\n  My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust\n  Niggas saying speak the truth Getty that's what's up\n\n  Go in the booth produce the proof show\n  These niggas how to really get bucks\n\n  I need a stress free peaceful holiday\n  Just enough for me to see another day\n  To let this world breathe easy for a day\n  I feel all alone while the crowd keeps cheering\n\n  All my real ass niggas here\n  All my motherfucking riders\n  All my bitches in this motherfucker\n  All my niggas with money\n  Them niggas who ain't scared to kill a nigga\n  Holler at a nigga\n  Let me know where you niggas at nigga\n"}]