This Too Shall Pass

Lyrics

[Intro: Haile Supreme & Termanology] Love was made just for the birds in the sky (Shout out to big homie Bun B, tuned in, Statik Selektah) Lets them feel so good (It's a family thing), flyin' up so high (Here we go) [Verse 1: Termanology] Heart of the city, a martyr, they'll miss me Broke up a pizzy on your CD and called it a frisbee I'm honored by many, collide up in Bentley Finna cop my own boat and call it "The Jenny" Many articles how I slaughtered them beats into particles Like all of them, I thought of them, then Lil Wayne Cartered 'em Memory racks, I'm mentally trapped 'Cause once you take it too far you can never go back Like pullin' a trigger back, givin' toe tags Most humble, but I rumble with this notepad And I'll cut your hands off if you throw jabs Have your lil' girls growin' up with no dad, damn Destined for glory, a excellent story In Roman times, they woulda sent a messenger for me Got a mean shot, baby, I'm as nice as Cory Got enough ice and jewelry that I can entice a jury It's me [Chorus: Haile Supreme & Grafh] Ooh, ooh, this too shall pass (Uh) Ooh, ooh, this too shall pass (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, this too shall pass (Statik, Term, get up) Ooh, ooh, this too shall pass (Uh, brr, ayy, ayy, my name Grafh, ho) [Verse 2: Grafh] I don't give a fuck who I beef But I went to war with a nigga that knew my secrets Ooh, I seen it, if I said it, then you knew I mean it My brick whiter than the picture of the blue-eyed Jesus The Grim Reaper, that's who I sleep with, the Crypt Keeper That's who I'ma leave with, y'all niggas knew my allegiance I spit ether, supply the swine flu by the speaker The virus corona, then I supply brew by the liter You tried rhymin', got booed by the leader You try and buy fried food while I supply food by the freezer, nigga Bada-bing, bada-boom by the heaters Dirty money got groomed by the cleaners Ironically, there's no broom by the sweepers Take a room full of dreamers and I'll move 'em to Venus Excuse me, I'm speedin', I gotta make room for the demons And the crack babies off dope in the womb, intravenous Ain't no room for the squeamish The mind is a weapon, so make a tomb for the genius Boo-yow, stupid (Brr), uh [Chorus: Haile Supreme] This too shall pass Ooh, ooh, this too shall pass Ooh, ooh, this too shall pass Ooh, ooh, this too shall pass Ooh, ooh, this too shall pass