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