[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