Pass Away (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Tony Sunshine & Armageddon)

To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my To all my peoples that passed away Uh huh To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my To to to, Free sailing on their wings as they cast away Verse 1:Armageddon Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away They so synonym, there wings being cast away I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith They say I'm deep and too complex for rap But yo, I grew to learn there's more to life then cars and gats So I chose to shed a light and write my bars with that But niggas scared to grow so they tend to hold you back They take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, that's conscious rap But y'all running in circles working the same old act And I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that And I ain't bitching, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps I feel your misery, you living off the next man's life He just as bad, cuz he drains you to strengthen his light I wanna shout out all the two time felons holding guns for weak thugs Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love 85'ers tryna earn respect from them young boys Catching temper tantrums, having fits like young boys And bitches do it too, get defensive and paranoid See everybody wanna have some power to exploit Now maybe you can tell me who's the problem at this point Me or you homes, I hope you following this joint Hook:Tony Sunshine I need a stress free, people holiday Just another me, to see another day So let the slugs breathe Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the clouds keep 2pac Talking All my mother fucking niggas at my niggas who down to body a nigga in this Motherfucker All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers, holla at me man, let me Know what's up niggas 2nd Verse:Armageddon Niggas tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes I just be thinking out loud, y'all could gotta pay me no mind Maybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time I got books of all the shit I wrote between all the crimes Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find Nothing but evidence to back to fact the world is mine And I ain't arrogant, I'm just Intellectually pompous Cuz I can supersede anything you accomplish This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy Nobody give a fuck about you and your history Do you nigga Make some shit shop a deal Cuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal Take my advice, I suggested like a cotton a meal If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes peeled But, don't get me involved, I don't owe you shit The same goes for that little bitch that's all on my dick Your all just a bunch of miserable fucks Broke, mad, drunk , high and gangsta'ed up It's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her I'm busy mastering this balance act tryna stay up And there ain't no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust Niggas say and speak the truth, getty that's whatsup Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggas how to really get bucks Hook 2pac Talking All my real ass niggas at All my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker All the niggas wit money, the niggas who ain't afaird to kill a nigga, holla At a nigga, let me know where you niggas at nigga