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tres passing - pro era lyrics

[intro sample: chris rock & mario joyner]
man it is hot today
woo it’s hot out here man
it is hot today
you know it is hot out
yeah i just said that, i said it is hot out here man
yeah you know it’s hot too
yeah that´s why i said it man, it is hot out here!
i know i’m just saying, it’s hot too

[dirty sanchez]
man, i haven’t been in the studio mad long, this is 47 sh*t

[verse 1: dirty sanchez]
young boy but i’m a little mature in the literature
trying to read my mind next, my eyes been red
all the lows and highs more blunts can’t heal it
another dropped trash now the little bug is a little boy like a firefly
gold spirit flyer, word to god when i speak to myself
i feel inspired, these are diary words
if you see what i see you would cry every night
it’s cause of the pot fry every verse, reverse psychology
got my enemies proud of me, f*ck twitter
we could end the wars right now do you follow me
hope when they say my name it tastes bitter
they freed all the of the slaves
i freed all of my n*ggas
how could you have made it if your minds all made up by
government lies, government ties, you’re not a winner
i’m the [?] i’m lifted i’m blasted
spit crack like chapped lips and t**th chipping green
stinking up the plastic, pimping
know what that means still serving them fiends
my entire required them black timbs are fire
stashing the green like it’s in my jeans
been higher than my self*esteem since 15
never been on a team
no eye in the finish line, i’ve been eyeing it
all you finish line god was made it my image
it’s dirty
[verse 2: yl]
yo who’s the kid with the platinum voice
i keep the maximum poise, mad noise
i step inside of the venue, who sent you
faces be unfamiliar slap you and whoever stealing my lime*light
rhyme tight hold mics like f*ck out my face, you ain’t nice
got chased by the police twice
woke up in kew gardens
shoot no matter who guarding
[?] down to the bucket like james harden
look at them, look at them yo they starving
involved in, sh*t that don’t involve them camouflaging
in my, did you stance your *n*loging
memories that are crazy b*tch still haunt me
move calmly, [?]
hilfiger, ill n*ggas be all around me
y to the l, it smells like p*ssy
pasta with the sh*lls you fail to overlook me

[verse 3: jab47]
imagine me, a mere mortal opening them portals
overdosing on myself and burning like i’m coiled
i’m walking through the fire and i’m selling it too
see it in my eyes motherf*cker i do
holy matrimony with crazy s*x and money
my b*tch tried to lead me to the uh*uh honey
you always going to love me, that’s end of story
blaze and glory nights ’til they cut them a slice
it all gets blurry, you’re back on thin ice
falling through the cracks though it all seems nice
to leave this life, n*gga push harder
it’s only third quarter, we the new sponsor
k!lling everything with the odds against us
we gone do it better i feel no pressure
i don’t need no lecture, young go*getter
soon trend setter make your b*tch wetter
[outro: all]
and i don’t need no b*tch
to help me build this sh*t
cause i been on my sh*t
47 for life
and i don’t need no b*tch
to help me build this sh*t
cause i been on my sh*t
47 for life

- pro era lyrics

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