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The Pit
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When times get hard, its like the pit gets deeper. This is what me and Ryzen went through.
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West Coast Gospel Hip Hop. Rida music for the spirit. Christian rap, Holy Hip Hop, Divine Flava.
Wass Up! It's Young 4:12 himself, Rollah. I do appreciate your interest in my music, name, and/or page. Take a minute to get to know me and my ministry. Much Love and To God Be the Glory!
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Charts
Peak #846
Peak in subgenre #68
Author
Rollah
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Rollah
Uploaded
January 08, 2006
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MP3 7.9 MB 128 kbps 8:36
Story behind the song
This is a four verse lyrical account of the crap that Ryzen and I have had to face over the years. Now we are in a pit and the only way we can look is up. This song is also featured on the Album, "Verbal Fire" by Ryzen tha Reapa. www.ryzensm.com
Lyrics
Verse 3: Yo this talk is real dog but I’m hating this bust I’m remembering the fake friends betraying my trust That’s right, close friends with a knife just slayin’ your back And we’re hating you cats, its hate but we’re just stating the facts You want facts then peep game a brothas needing some love So I go around kissing girls filling my life with lust For the haters here we come back with a story Haters like my fake brotha tryin’ to mack to my shorty Rollah you the only one that knows about my anger in heart I punched strangers in parks, wanna leave ‘em erased and traced in chalk I feel like clockin’ jaws too lay ‘em out ‘cause I ain’t no punk I’ll even take my own life foo, rather than deal with this junk I feel like stoppin’ the time, leave this gloc calked to my mind Drop some wineJust relax and start popping this nine I ain’t trippin’ foo, go ahead direct that trigger towards me, If its hell on earth I wonder what its like six feet deep This life sucks I wanna start learning what’s higher Hell on earth, that’s why my soul is burning in fire I feel the blaze that you feel its singeing the hairs on my chin And then it burns into the flesh and I cool it off with sin Yo Rollah, these haters I think of clockin’ ‘em with a shovel Can’t stop the struggle feels like I’m walking with the devil I ain’t holdin’ nothing back sometimes the devils my friend Our dads, our girls, our homies forced this chapter to end
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