| Falling
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| Falling
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| It’s falling into place
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| They try to put me on a backburner
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| Yeah, back in school I was a bad learner
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| Yeah, ‘til they put me in the lab, murdered everything they had
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| Man I’m way to assertive with all the wording on this pad
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| They can never deter me, just have me swerving off the path
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| Never occurred to nobody I was in the bad way
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| Staring at a gun with a blunt in the ash tray
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| Put it to my head, swear to God that this my last day
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| Can’t pray, I feel like God is mad
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| I just saw my Aunt, had to tell me that my cousin noddin' out again
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| How many times we gon' do this, man? |
| It’s out of hand
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| I got a better plan, no one try’na listen
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| Take depression and divide it by persistence
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| Took my vision and I made a fucking business
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| It’s on me since beginning, I was built to go the distance
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| So insistent on providing my assistance
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| Bitch I’m different than these motherfuckers
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| Then I hit ‘em with some uppercuts
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| Never giving love, I’m just try’na give it back though
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| Backstage on the bus feeling mad low
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| Way late, I can’t even pay the landlord
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| Whole life ain’t shit, I been mad poor
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| Lately I been round the world, every airport
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| Fuck a sad story, I’ma skip the bad parts
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| 2020 in the vision, we gon' blast off
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| Who am I?
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| I live with my head under a gun
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| Keep my head down and try to hustle
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| Get scared but I never run
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| Fuck the suicide
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| Said you gon' have to kill me when I’m done
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| And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve won
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| (Go, go, go, go!)
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| Who am I?
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| I live with my head under a gun
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| Keep my head down and try to hustle
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| Get scared but I never run
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| Fuck the suicide
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| I’m falling
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| I’m falling into place
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| See the older I grow they get more on my dick
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| Holding that shit like I’m taking a piss
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| It’s moments like this that make us who we is
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| Try’na make a better life for our kids
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| Forgive me for flashing this thing on my wrist
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| It feels so good when you came up with shit
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| My mother and father thought I was a dick
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| Cause I had no car and no place I could live
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| But now I been chilling just repping my team
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| My efforts allowed me a second to breath
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| You don’t know my story, you don’t know my life
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| You don’t know what it’s like to go to the bank
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| And not have a dollar for all of these hours
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| So now that I got ‘em I’m calling them out
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| And I’m letting them know that we’re here
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| Excuse me sir, you’re in my chair
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| I’m head of the table, butter my bagel
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| Cinnamon Raisin and I drink Hazel-
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| Nut coffee, don’t fuck up my order or
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| You’re fired, you’re fired
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| Said riding around, they know me in the hood
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| Cause I know I’ve done everything I could
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| That’s why my whole team, we all eating good
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| I am the focus of what we all could
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| Become if we unite together as one
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| Don’t think that my work will ever be done
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| Someone will have to come sever my tongue
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| Cause every morning I’m up with the sun
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| Been sharpening blades, I been loading my gun
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| Waiting for someone to say something dumb
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| Who am I?
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| I live with my head under a gun
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| Keep my head down and try to hustle
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| Get scared but I never run
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| Fuck the suicide
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| Said you gon' have to kill me when I’m done
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| And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve done
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| (Go, go, go, go!)
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| Who am I?
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| I live with my head under a gun
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| Keep my head down and try to hustle
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| Get scared but I never run
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| Fuck the suicide
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| I’m falling
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| I’m falling into place
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| Wait hold up, stop the show
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| I’m not high, but I’m not so low
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| I’m not defined by the things I know
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| It’s just too close, man, I can’t let go
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| Yeah, drift away with me now
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| Sit back with an eighth of some loud
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| Wish I could be who I say to the crowd
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| I’m a superhero now, I need a cape and a crown
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| I’m an ape, made a sound in the middle of New York
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| Took around the nation, got a little bit of love
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| No filter, yeah, I’m bitter with the plug
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| Too busy judging to consider what it was
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| Steady hating like they did it out of love
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| Trav came and pulled a motherfucker out the mud
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| I had a little bit of fight left, a little bit of buzz
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| Just a little bit of life left, whole lot of blood
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| Now I’m boutta make a milli off t-shirts
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| Was up late doing my research
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| Had to swan dive in this bitch feet first
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| No high fives, running until my feet hurt
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| I tell you one thing, we ain’t getting weaker
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| Whole team taken care of over features
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| I ain’t gotta break the bank just so I can eat bro
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| Little bit of weed and my mama living decent
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| (Peace fam)
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| Who am I?
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| I live with my head under a gun
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| Keep my head down and try to hustle
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| Get scared but I never run
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| Fuck the suicide
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| Said you gon' have to kill me when I’m done
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| And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve done
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| (Go, go, go, go!)
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| Who am I?
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| I live with my head under a gun
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| Keep my head down and try to hustle
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| Get scared but I never run
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| Fuck the suicide
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| I’m falling
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| I’m falling into place |