Pass You By - Scribes

Hey yo this goes out, to every crooked kid with a plot

To every lyricist that suck dick to get to the top

To every young kid, who’s picturin a crib with a car

Down to murder mother fuckers just to sit with a star

Yo, Diamonds and G’s, don’t come outa rhymin with ease

Thats a trife misconception, a common disease

Now u should know, everybody can slip

Whether ur a bare knuckle mother fucker or u spar with a clip

Intuition, shit, u besta get decisive

And seperate ties with vices so u’ll survive the rise in prices

Besta notice shit u have

U kick it with them snitches then u bound to get stabbed

Shit, I look to the sky, acknowledge heaven with a secular nod

Reject the facade, I pray to be protected by God

Yo I’d advise that u listen to my written in depth

Cuz this the shit I tell myself when I’m thinkin of Death

When will it stop?

I’m livin with my style

Fight for the top, caught livin' it right now

I get what I got, Oh everything I’m proud

I see in they eyes (they eyes), it’ll pass em by

But I, it’s my name

What is mine?

Oh this fly game

Baby the fire, now is it in your eyes?

Try and stay right, don’t let it pass you by

It’s personal, I’m feelin cornered like I’m Serpico

Behave, hell nah, my razor blade is vertical

But then I think about the young kids who’s servin the rocks

With out the luxury to sulk up in their personal thoughts (Yo and I chill)

Tryina understand the lesson (I keep it real)

Yo even though my lifestyle is nothin pleasant

A record is dough, directly designed

For business and politics, it’s infectin my mind

Said damn, I’m fed up with this Soully sound

But as I stand and fight, my fam will hardly hold me down

I think my family extension will break

Because the business is crowded with the friendly and fake

Yo and it’s obvious i kick a sick essential flow

I know u only kick it with me for potential dough

Man all a ya’ll are bitches, but still I grind in the game

Because I’m tryina keep my mind off pain (tryina keep my mind off pain)

When will it stop?

I’m livin with my style

Fight for the top, caught livin' it right now

I get what I got, Oh everything I’m proud

I see in they eyes (they eyes), it’ll pass em by

But I, it’s my name

What is mine?

Oh this fly game

Baby the fire, now is it in your eyes?

Try and stay right, don’t let it pass you by

Yea Scribes One got the million dollar mic’s and shit (mic's and shit)

Word up, uhuh, that’s why u bite my shit (bite my shit)

Scribes One got the million dollar mic’s and shit (mic's and shit)

Word up, uhuh, that’s why you bite my shit

My life’s repetition it works in circular ways

My people put the pressure on me as a person to praise

I used to get dissed and get done, quick to be clowned

But now I’m Scribes, and everybody wanna be down

(Yo and I’m Tired) of all you people up on my jock

(Ya'll talkin fly) actin like I’m product in stock

(Still Your Disguised) but homie I decipher the lies

Cuz Scribes is followin the dollar sign in his eyes

Don’t be in my face homie, with a statement thats based

On my fickle patience, in simple situations

The fuckin demand, got me feelin funny with fam

Cuz even close homies see me as the money I am

U say in decades, young kids will study my lines

And look back upon my rhymes as a sign of the times

And now I know, why u want me to get big

Cuz when i get dough, u can say u knew this kid

When will it stop?

I’m livin with my style

Fight for the top, caught livin' it right now

I get what I got, Oh everything I’m proud

I see in they eyes (they eyes), it’ll pass em by

But I, it’s my name

What is mine?

Oh this fly game

Baby the fire, now is it in your eyes?

Try and stay right, don’t let it pass you by

Yea Scribes One got the million dollar mic’s and shit (mic's and shit)

Word up, uhuh, that’s why u bite my shit (bite my shit)

Scribes One got the million dollar mic’s and shit (mic's and shit)

Word up, uhuh, that’s why you bite my shit