High TYP - RIP

The love the hate
I feel we discriminate
All the people that comes in our way
Why these niggas they hate
When we all got bills to pay
We came from the trenches
That's why we all pray at these churches
So we can't deny our faith
Keep running your race
Let no one kick you out of the lane
Moving so faster than a train
I need to take someone pills and lean
Four corners of my bed four angels they are spread
All these bills can lead a man down to the dead
We all did our best
So we hope for the best
We hit our chest and say we are up for the test
Rip to the one who we lost on the race
To the ones with no more breath
Who are dead
Who where killed who was shot in a fucked up way
Who was framed
Locked up in a fucking jail
Sentenced to death
Rip to the one who we lost on the race
To the ones with no more breath
Who are dead
Who where killed who was shot in a fucked up way
Who was framed
Locked up in a fucking jail
Sentenced to death
You don't know what i've been through
Deep in my heart lies the big truth
I've been drowning holy sprit please guild my move
So i don't lose my future to my past
I hope to keep my head up high
Even though am facing down
Four conners of my bed four angels they are spreed
I've been watching close friends turn to into demons
I feel like my mind is playing tricks on me
I guess the pills on me
Look in the mirror all i see is endless bills
Oh fuck pop up the pills that's how I feel yeah
If your homie could snitch he is a demon
He is a motherfucking demon
He is a motherfucking demon
I don't like no snitch
Get off my lane
He is a motherfucking demon
He is a motherfucking demon
I don't like no snitch
Get off my lane
He is a motherfucking demon
Rip to the one who we lost on the race
To the ones with no more breath
Who are dead
Who where killed who was shot in a fucked up way
Who was framed
Locked up in a fucking jail
Sentenced to death
Rip to the one who we lost on the race
To the ones with no more breath
Who are dead
Who where killed who was shot in a fucked up way
Who was framed
Locked up in a fucking jail
Sentenced to death

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High TYP

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