High Pass, Low Pass

High Pass, Low Pass

This beat is off the Pig's badge

So active in breakin' da law, they call me Speed Crash

Passin' limits n' u-turnin', my teacher green passed

Nobody find the body in Hilt', I'm gonna ghost ride

Green cadilliac gonna whip, I got a wind breaker

All these niggas wanna come in fo' all da thin paper

While in the back, we got da music on blast

Hip hop's my code, the reincarnated soul

It's the reason I chop ya gospel like they ghost in chateau

Bustin' out those ol' tapes to da crew, Death Row

If I had to pick a side, they gonna dig me a hole

Mo' faster than the cops, da police, po-po

Speakin of it, They gonna speed me at highway code

To break a law to break a pawn, It's all part what they told

Like gangsta wit gold, they hide your blood undertoned

From times I was towed for being locked in a zone

Getting tickets in Creek for havin' tint in Charlotte

How the brain OD, when ya ironed the gat

I'mma hard ass, skull basked, canny croquet

Like Monty in 'Bec, almost shot in the neck

Here's a cam in direct, you seeing planned "self-defense"

All depends, auto rims and a cash full of doubt

Better run before the law wash the cash, money, out

Must engage in escapades 'til the drought reroutes

Keep out! Danger zone for da bitch-made clout

Take it from a oldie rhythmin' bout old sauerkraut

Bet'cha who cares ?, the next tape is eaten by trout

Who in traffic, schizophrenic, OJ speedin', blackout !

Once a dream, don't be offended cause I ruffle your feather

Flockin' to ya old tweet, sayin' " I flow like Mayweather"

You be knock wit a 'maker, you must be under weather

Who you playin' a player

In one week, there a preacher

These buckshots but da feature

3 stacks, a name dat I preach here

I'mma low pass the hate, I'mma high pass the greats

I eraser and outpace all the time that I waste

Momma had me as a garbage man, copy & paste

By a world build on hate, from the state to the gates

I destroy any capes, da next villain debate

You better call me Pat Bates, I better hit the damn breaks

A psychological state, I died high - speed chase

Coca brown my race, keep it down my estate

If it ain't da boy Mac's, Get dat shit outta my face

Rather die young instead of working loud into space

What my parents soon taught, "Lie between fourth base, kid"