
Date of issue: 10.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crashing Down |
Yea… a struggle, we all know it |
Sometimes some of us don’t like it |
This is dedicated to every other motherfucker out there with a dream |
People can’t have a dream that so many others had |
He’s 25 still living at his mothers pad wit a spiral notepad |
Full of hate and despair |
It’s him against the world and he doesn’t seem to care, |
But thinks it isn’t fair he ain’t caught no break |
Got arrested last we for a sac a shake |
And a couple pain pills that he stole from his mama |
From when she hurt her back at work now more drama |
Got fired from his job so he can’t afford beats |
May go this year drop a tape for the streets |
It seems the holes deep it only got deeper |
It feels like he’s running from the grim reaper |
Putting coke and the reaper and some in his nose |
Then believes it helps him to write these wonderful flows |
Met a producer at the club and book him a few shows |
Appears to be ballin but no one really knows |
If ever your world starts crashing down, |
whenever your world starts crashing down |
whenever your world starts crashing down, that’s when you’ll find me |
Now he just open up for MC lil so and so, |
And VIP, poppin bottles and blowing dro |
Met a promo guy from Def Jam named Todd, |
Said he was cool wit LA Ree but it seemed odd |
A bunch of bullshit, talking off us here, |
Thinking why would a guy like this be here, |
But with no fear he gave him his CD, |
with all the swagger in this world he said you better call me |
But three months passed and his celli never rang, |
But still determine inside to do his thing |
But with no 9 to 5 and no product to slain |
Convinced his homeboy cousin to front him a lil cane |
But instead of grinding it he starting using it |
Lock in his bedroom starting losing it |
And when it was gone a month had passed |
Scared cuz he know them boys comin for their cash |
If ever your world starts crashing down, |
whenever your world starts crashing down |
whenever your world starts crashing down, that’s when you’ll find me |
Borrowed money from his auntie to pay his debts |
For the last four days this man has not slept |
At a party smoking wit some fools he just met, |
Hit it hard as hell but didn’t know it was wet, |
Until the smell hit him and he knew he was fucked, |
pissed cuz another rapper told him his shit sucked |
Down wit his luck kick out no where to stay |
Today his myspace page only got one play |
So we took every song he did and put it on a disc |
And sealed Cd’s in envelopes real thick |
And addressed them to every label he could think of |
FedEx over night delivery on the brink of |
Death as he reached under the bed and pulled a gun |
And later cold steel on the tip of his tongue |
He pealed his own cat killed himself wit a gat |
would you believe the next day Def Jam called back |
If ever your world starts crashing down, |
whenever your world starts crashing down |
whenever your world starts crashing down, that’s when you’ll find me |
Name | Year |
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Ridin Slow ft. Bun B, Kyle Lee, Sean Kingston | 2007 |
World Of Fantasy ft. Lil Wayne | 2016 |
Ridin’ Slow ft. Bun B, Nipsey Hussle, Sean Kingston | 2016 |