Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Downfall, artist - Wiki. Album song OOFIE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wikset
Song language: English
Downfall |
| Y’all ain’t seen my downfall yet |
| Down with a motherfucker til he down on his ends |
| Til he down on his luck |
| Travel town to town for the bucks |
| I made pounds with the pen |
| Hit the ground and just went |
| Man I’m bound for the bread |
| They holla when you up |
| But even when I’m down got a crown on my head |
| Even when I’m down got a crown on my head |
| Y’all ain’t seen my downfall yet |
| Down with a motherfucker til he down on his ends |
| Til he down on his luck |
| Travel town to town for the bucks |
| I made pounds with the pen |
| Hit the ground and just went |
| Man I’m bound for the bread |
| They holla when you up |
| But even when I’m down got a crown on my head |
| Even when I’m down got a crown on my head |
| Who is he? |
| Is that what they’ll say in the eulogy? |
| Will they say between you and me |
| He was an idol when he was in the right mood |
| When he wasn’t fucked up, when he wasn’t tight, woo |
| Really couldn’t fight duke, always got fucked up |
| What you gon' say now? |
| Are you gon' play down? |
| Birthed your whole style, I was a child |
| I was fucking rapping in the damn playground |
| First EP I was still a virgin, laid the damn thing down |
| I refuse to lay down, refuse to lie down |
| Gotta get my weight up, I’m 25 now |
| And I only weighed a hundred-fucking-twenty-five pounds |
| After all the remmy and the henny I downed |
| After plenty of rounds their tends to be doubt |
| After everything now they finna tell me I’m out |
| Nah ump, I got two strikes left |
| And the sun went down but the moonlight’s set |
| And the new guys rep whatever the new guys rep |
| What y’all thought, old blue eyes left? |
| But it ain’t Frank, nah B |
| Little more green in the pallet |
| It’s Patty Morales from bally to ballads |
| Look, I have to say I could be an asshole |
| Replaced the pack a day for the apple |
| Pack of dope a day, not tobacco |
| Not my fault I was placed in the Apple |
| I was raised on raisins, Snapple |
| Catholic on the upper west |
| Bagels at Chapel |
| See I’m an enigma they tryna get rid of |
| Thought I was a contender |
| Until they forget ya |
| Whatever you did, whoever came with ya |
| Gotta be better, not bitter |
| I’ll be back in all of my splendor |