Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fall Thru , by - Maino. Song from the album K.O.B 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hustle Hard
Song language: English
Fall Thru |
| I had my back against the wall |
| Been on my knuckles, had a lot and lost it all |
| Friends I used to know no longer speakin' anymore |
| They don’t know me anymore |
| They’re sayin' pray but don’t we all |
| Unanswered prayers make you feel like God is not accepting calls |
| And I just wanna ball (I just wanna ball) |
| Wishin' somethin’d fall through |
| Shots ringin', got the children duckin' under covers |
| The oldest one preparin' supper for the youngest of them |
| Oatmeal, hot dog weenies, and sugar bread |
| Father turned himself in, sorta feel like he should’ve fled |
| Mother fumblin' with a hand full of tricks |
| Asking God for a hand with the rent |
| Being fondled in the club when she strip |
| Tears got mascara runnin' down her lips |
| Save up enough, take the kids to the hills, but customers wanna see her do a |
| split |
| How bad can it get? |
| Subjected to desperate measures just to get ahead |
| If all else fails, prevail, get the bread |
| I had my back against the wall |
| Been on my knuckles, had a lot and lost it all |
| Friends I used to know no longer speakin' anymore |
| They don’t know me anymore |
| They’re sayin' pray but don’t we all |
| Unanswered prayers make you feel like God is not accepting calls |
| And I just wanna ball (I just wanna ball) |
| Wishin' somethin’d fall through |
| Wishin' somethin’d fall though |
| Bills due |
| Kids playin', momma prayin' and she’s crying in her room |
| Need some help, send it soon |
| Oldest boy, cutting school |
| As she sniff another bag, it’ll help escape her doom |
| Father gone, he been on |
| Same route that he’s been smokin' |
| That’s a knockin' at the door, don’t let him in. he ain’t focused |
| Streets calling, getting critical |
| Her son got a pistol too |
| On the kitchen table finding evidence of residue |
| Crack, man, them kids sellin' |
| Turnin' them to young felons |
| Mommy yellin', cryin' up to God, help me, dear heaven |
| Wishing she could do it over, asking for another chance |
| See her babies growing colder, life is getting out of hand |
| I had my back against the wall |
| Been on my knuckles, had a lot and lost it all |
| Friends I used to know no longer speakin' anymore |
| They don’t know me anymore |
| They’re sayin' pray but don’t we all |
| Unanswered prayers make you feel like God is not accepting calls |
| And I just wanna ball (I just wanna ball) |
| Wishin' somethin’d fall through |
| Life’s what you make it |
| You want it? |
| Take it |
| Can’t be a gangster then you sign statements |
| Rather take care of my kids than be famous |
| Momma left with choices, a lot of invoices |
| Either feed the kids, or you feed your habit |
| Damn shame, she always go and feed her habit |
| Wanna smoke 'till she eat, let me preach |
| Don’t go home for weeks, don’t let me preach |
| Man there’s realness in the ghetto |
| My people get gas as soon as they hit the pedal |
| Meek ain’t never lied, a life is really levels |
| See why L.A. niggas take, pebbles |
| I had my back against the wall |
| Been on my knuckles, had a lot and lost it all |
| Friends I used to know no longer speakin' anymore |
| They don’t know me anymore |
| They’re sayin' pray but don’t we all |
| Unanswered prayers make you feel like God is not accepting calls |
| And I just wanna ball (I just wanna ball) |
| Wishin' somethin’d fall through |