[Intro]
And now the hands of time
Are slowing down on this old clock of mine
And it’s no secret that we all must die
Sooner or later we’ve all got to die
[Hook]
‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all
And I’m letting you know
Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out
I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all
‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all
And I’m letting you know
Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out
I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all
[Verse 1] [Vinnie Paz]:
I wrote my first rhyme twenty-one years ago riding strong
No fame, no money, am I grinding wrong?
But if I’m grinding wrong look at all the time that’s gone
I guess I gotta find another way provide for mom
I don’t wanna think that all I did was all for nothing
I like to think that every single fucking song was something
But dumb motherfuckers taking money out my pocket
Make it mean I wanna get up on the stage and rock it
I know that y’all naive, y’all ain’t ever made some hot shit
You think I’m rhyming for the love and not to make a profit
I don’t know a single person that don’t like money
But y’all download my shit and take it right from me
And I ain’t really never learned to do anything else
Whether rhyming with the fam or rhyming by myself
No y’all, Vinnie rhyming for the dough y’all
Got to go y’all, it’s been a pleasure to know y’all
And now the hands of time
Are slowing down on this old clock of mine
And it’s no secret that we all must die
Sooner or later we’ve all got to die
[Hook]
‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all
And I’m letting you know
Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out
I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all
‘Bout to go y’all, been a pleasure to know y’all
And I’m letting you know
Pack your bags, get your records, start rolling out
I’m letting you know it’s been a pleasure to know y’all
[Verse 1] [Vinnie Paz]:
I wrote my first rhyme twenty-one years ago riding strong
No fame, no money, am I grinding wrong?
But if I’m grinding wrong look at all the time that’s gone
I guess I gotta find another way provide for mom
I don’t wanna think that all I did was all for nothing
I like to think that every single fucking song was something
But dumb motherfuckers taking money out my pocket
Make it mean I wanna get up on the stage and rock it
I know that y’all naive, y’all ain’t ever made some hot shit
You think I’m rhyming for the love and not to make a profit
I don’t know a single person that don’t like money
But y’all download my shit and take it right from me
And I ain’t really never learned to do anything else
Whether rhyming with the fam or rhyming by myself
No y’all, Vinnie rhyming for the dough y’all
Got to go y’all, it’s been a pleasure to know y’all
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