pasco - shysta lyrics
[intro: shysta]
aye, uh, let a bag go
[verse 1 : shysta]
outta new port, no cigarette
got a new toy with a bigger neck
they said i’d be a millionaire and well i’m getting there
like phil collins feel it in the air
tryna’ see how many we can fit in there
seven twenty seven, steady pushing heavy
boutta’ let the led in, decimate the levy
oceans eleven i’m closer to heaven
i go for my brethren i’m holding my head in
opened my mind up a whole ‘nother level
i’m hoping to mine up a whole ‘nother bezel
here for my homie that hold up a sofa
promise my pops that i’d keep off the posters
way too devoted i move with a coating
i’m looking at life and it’s all in the open i’m
[chorus: shysta]
looking back at pasco, like where my past go
coppers on my ass though, like where that cash go
looking back at pasco, like where my past go
coppers on my ass, coppers on my ass though
[verse 2: shysta]
i need cash, i need cash, need it quick, need it
i need bags, i need bags, hit a l!ck, hit a what
i’m like ooh, hit a right maybe
give me life you got heaven in the night baby
like a knife, twist it right, hit me up, heat me up
you remind me of that sh*t that got me stuck ooh
slipping indifferent i’m living, ditch the specifics
but let’s just say your suspicions is iffy
dissing from different positions
[verse 3: atg]
looking back at pasco, i had plenty ass (woah)
she said i’m too fast ‘cus i been known to dollar dash (oh)
shawties round here throw me p*ssy
beat it up i throw them hooks
i walk and they can’t help but look
i’m famous no more getting mistook
i’m faded, i’m faded
i ain’t sh*t for six days
and somehow i still feel amazing
they check me out i look great
maybe this room is just hazy
maybe i need me a shade
but i still get all the same b*tches
that i had back in the day, in pasco
[chorus: shysta]
looking back at pasco, like where my past go
coppers on my ass though, like where that cash go
looking back at pasco, like where my past go
coppers on my ass, coppers on my ass though
[verse 4: shysta]
i don’t want no babies, don’t wanna mercedes
i don’t wanna phone, like its the eighties
i know that you build me up, i know that you break me down
won’t let ya seal me up, i ain’t gonna take this route
been waiting to bang this out, been waiting to get it
i’m off of the bottom, and i don’t see the limit
feel like a marauder, i’m outta the holler
if you doing to say that you did it
then you isn’t with it, then you isn’t with it
[chorus: shysta]
looking back at pasco, like where my past go
coppers on my ass though, like where that cash go
looking back at pasco, like where my past go
coppers on my ass, coppers on my ass though
looking back at pasco, like where my past go
coppers on my ass though, like where that cash go
looking back at pasco, like where my past go
coppers on my ass, coppers on my ass though
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