This shit right here unforgiving
The pain of the life that was given
Bro don't see the reason to living when they up the piece made him strip
Like physicians damn
Now he done lost all his religion that boy took a pivot
Cuz prison commitments was not the prediction
His bro did a hit put the key in ignition and blew out the engine
Now lil bro taking that nigga position
Ain't need no permission
He made a decision
After looking for a sign like petitions he had him a vision
That came to fruition
His bro taught him life about constant addition so get to the digits
Serving the pack feeding junkie addictions
The drugs he be mixing
He pulling more cards than a f*cking magician
And upping the Smithen
Washing the pills with some lean and some liquor
And stuffing a swisher
The stuff in the swisher he puffin was killa
Because he a killer
He shoot while he geekin he still wouldn't miss ya
Gang coming deeper than church coalitions
Make moves like a piston
His rollercoaster of a life a lil different
The screws might be loose or them bitches is missing
He see big bro with the cannon. Blow. Aye
He see big bro pop the Xanny. Wow. Aye
Asking big bro to pass the Xanny now
He addicted that's a f*cked up hand me down
He popping 4 in a day
He off a flat doing hits
And if you run it's a wrap like gift
I done said it before man the bullets won't miss
He feeling hollow inside like the tips
So he pour a fifth to wash down the Xanny again
And he got a bitch always make sure to pull out cuz he not a family man
So he gone buss on her fanny again
And if he slip up got the family plan
Now shit getting sick how much he love the Xans
Take em till he can't feel
Take em till he see shit that ain't real
But it feel real
He just pop more when he tweaking and his homies tell him he gotta take a chill pill
And that nigga still feel
Poppin xans and he be floating
Puff a wood the package potent
Promethazine he smack the potion
Now he dreaming he slumpt over
He using them bitches just like a crutch
Why niggas gotta be doing too much
They feelin the pain the pressure to stunt
Pull shell in the pump we gone blow
Off his nuts
But i get on stages and go off it's nuts
N8te - Hand Me Down Lyrics
N8te - Hand Me Down Lyrics
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This shit right here unforgiving
The pain of the life that was given
Bro don't see the reason to living when they up the piece made him strip
Like physicians damn
Now he done lost all his religion that boy took a pivot
Cuz prison commitments was not the prediction
His bro did a hit put the key in ignition and blew out the engine
Now lil bro taking that nigga position
Ain't need no permission
He made a decision
After looking for a sign like petitions he had him a vision
That came to fruition
His bro taught him life about constant addition so get to the digits
Serving the pack feeding junkie addictions
The drugs he be mixing
He pulling more cards than a f*cking magician
And upping the Smithen
Washing the pills with some lean and some liquor
And stuffing a swisher
The stuff in the swisher he puffin was killa
Because he a killer
He shoot while he geekin he still wouldn't miss ya
Gang coming deeper than church coalitions
Make moves like a piston
His rollercoaster of a life a lil different
The screws might be loose or them bitches is missing
He see big bro with the cannon. Blow. Aye
He see big bro pop the Xanny. Wow. Aye
Asking big bro to pass the Xanny now
He addicted that's a f*cked up hand me down
He popping 4 in a day
He off a flat doing hits
And if you run it's a wrap like gift
I done said it before man the bullets won't miss
He feeling hollow inside like the tips
So he pour a fifth to wash down the Xanny again
And he got a bitch always make sure to pull out cuz he not a family man
So he gone buss on her fanny again
And if he slip up got the family plan
Now shit getting sick how much he love the Xans
Take em till he can't feel
Take em till he see shit that ain't real
But it feel real
He just pop more when he tweaking and his homies tell him he gotta take a chill pill
And that nigga still feel
Poppin xans and he be floating
Puff a wood the package potent
Promethazine he smack the potion
Now he dreaming he slumpt over
He using them bitches just like a crutch
Why niggas gotta be doing too much
They feelin the pain the pressure to stunt
Pull shell in the pump we gone blow
Off his nuts
But i get on stages and go off it's nuts
The pain of the life that was given
Bro don't see the reason to living when they up the piece made him strip
Like physicians damn
Now he done lost all his religion that boy took a pivot
Cuz prison commitments was not the prediction
His bro did a hit put the key in ignition and blew out the engine
Now lil bro taking that nigga position
Ain't need no permission
He made a decision
After looking for a sign like petitions he had him a vision
That came to fruition
His bro taught him life about constant addition so get to the digits
Serving the pack feeding junkie addictions
The drugs he be mixing
He pulling more cards than a f*cking magician
And upping the Smithen
Washing the pills with some lean and some liquor
And stuffing a swisher
The stuff in the swisher he puffin was killa
Because he a killer
He shoot while he geekin he still wouldn't miss ya
Gang coming deeper than church coalitions
Make moves like a piston
His rollercoaster of a life a lil different
The screws might be loose or them bitches is missing
He see big bro with the cannon. Blow. Aye
He see big bro pop the Xanny. Wow. Aye
Asking big bro to pass the Xanny now
He addicted that's a f*cked up hand me down
He popping 4 in a day
He off a flat doing hits
And if you run it's a wrap like gift
I done said it before man the bullets won't miss
He feeling hollow inside like the tips
So he pour a fifth to wash down the Xanny again
And he got a bitch always make sure to pull out cuz he not a family man
So he gone buss on her fanny again
And if he slip up got the family plan
Now shit getting sick how much he love the Xans
Take em till he can't feel
Take em till he see shit that ain't real
But it feel real
He just pop more when he tweaking and his homies tell him he gotta take a chill pill
And that nigga still feel
Poppin xans and he be floating
Puff a wood the package potent
Promethazine he smack the potion
Now he dreaming he slumpt over
He using them bitches just like a crutch
Why niggas gotta be doing too much
They feelin the pain the pressure to stunt
Pull shell in the pump we gone blow
Off his nuts
But i get on stages and go off it's nuts
Writer: Nathaniel Gasaway
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