Lyrics Past The Mic - Hitman & Jet 2

Rocking in the city of the lost angels
I'ma ball, this is all on my mind
All I need is a shot, kind of far from a crime
Searching for my other half to these rhymes
I'ma know when it's time, so
I'ma keep it cool

Keep it cool like my Ciroc and ice cubes
I'm like fuck what you heard, though it's all true
Running game in my fits, a law suit
Don't get lost boo

'Cause at this time, you ain't far from a stick up
Been doing this music feeling far from a deal
Getting closer to a dealer, not J from Slum Village
Been trying to fund this shit,
It's what happens when your funds' missin'
I gotta get it

Gotta get it 'fore somebody come up missin'
Make me wanna go harder thinkin' 'bout my children
And you niggas is faker than all my children
You're all my children, yeah

While I'm in the buildin' I
Realized they surprised, I give an ill grin
Not because I'm sick though, because I notice my clique go
Harder than a part of wood, right
Premonition passed the mic

Yeah, this is past life
Before we touched the mic
Before we knew what we had right
Before we even met and got to feel what the cash like
Before they even knew that we rap right
This here is that life
Before I-I'ma be, I-I-I'ma be
I'ma be, ya
I'ma be a muhhfuckin'
I'ma be a muhhfuckin' star (Aye pass it over here, y'all)

Okay, Hitman's on, brought the swag with that
You're nameless, blame this on me stating the facts
Rappin' with my nigga that got my lyrical back
Now I moved up in Wrekless, some niggas fell off the map
Wrek city, now yo' nigga missin' a kidney
I'm lookin' Spiffy, all about dollars, a couple fifties
Pound sign "iffy"
Why my baby momma ain't wit' me
'Cause I'm chillin' with different bitches every night, nigga ooh

See this flow'll change her attitude if she conceited
Back then, she didn't believe, but now we stars and she can see it
Four hundred meter dash on the back stretch, the track's ripped
The irony of buying we is like a blacksmith
They bring it home like the anchor
That's the last leg of a relay
Simply 'cause we got the game on lock like a DJ
With a keychain at the pre-game
Spinnin' these records that we make

Look, we rap to burn, to cremate
All you niggas who figured to worry 'bout who gay
Touché to go hard, ain't worried 'bout who can't
Me and Jet 2 blow, get ready for two tanks
Loot bank, money money, fucked over 'til it came
Face. The only time I'll take a dumb brain
The stu my domain, PT to bang bang
Come hang, a text from yo' chick's a shame
Because

This is past life
Before we touched the mic
Before we knew what we had right
Before we even met and got to feel what the cash like
Before they even knew that we rap right
This here is that life
Before I-I'ma be, I-I-I'ma be
Pass the mic
We've been past the mic
(Aye pass it over here, y'all)

Here we are as one finally united like the flight and
You're a target, I'm a marksman
My deparment, yeah heavily guarded by some artists
You get set up when I'm fed up how I turn 'em to plain targets
Yeah, Peyton Manning on offense
No longer a Colt, but still ridin' with the horses
Wouldn't get the picture if it's painted in a portrait
I double excel, now they wonder where my source is

And my Porsche is coming up like forklift
Know where I'm from, crash courses
Hit abortion, I came out too early
But too early, still came with no worries

Ooooh, oooh oooh
Oooh, oooh oooh
Pass the mic

They tellin' me to pass the mic
But I tell 'em that I'm past the mic
They tellin' me to pass the mic
But I tell 'em that I'm past the mic
Ayo, hit, Hitman, Hitman,
Like. like what do we. what.what
(Laughter)

This is past life
Before we touched the mic
Before we knew what we had right
Before we even met and got to feel what the cash like
Before they even knew that we rap right
This here is that life
Before I-I'ma be, I-I-I'ma be
Pass the mic
We've been past the mic
(Aye pass it over here, y'all)

Rockin' in the city of the
Rockin', rockin' in the city of the
Rockin' rockin' in the city of the los
Rockin' rockin' in the, alright
Rockin' in the city of the lost angels this is mine this is all on my
Rockin' in the city of the lost angels
Alright, Rockin' in the city of the lost angels
I'ma ball this is all on my mind
All I need is a shot, kind of far from a crime
All I need is a shot, kind of far, alright
Rockin' in the city of the lost angels
I'ma ball this is all on my mind
All I need is a shot, kind of far from a crime
Searching for my other half to these rhymes
I'ma know when it's time, so