
Date of issue: 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 |
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Artist lyrics: Maino
Artist lyrics: Kevin Gates
Artist lyrics: Money