Fell Off

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WOW wOW wOw, wOw, why you have to take my bro?, Bro served to a CI, we lost a couple guys, that's the only reason we cry. Told the label cut the check if they don't know, they finna see why, and we come from the bottom of the bottom, now we trying to see tree high.

It's a lot that they don't understand, that's why I made this song to speak to the fans. I had to weather through that storm. I'm right back locked in, and they gon'say I fell off, would tell them that they well off.

I got a lot to tell y'all, but i'ma keep it P', cause shit ain't what it seems. They catching bodies, make a post, and they gone call it street, my anxiety taking over. He killed them while he was sleep, they walking through back door.
That's why l'm probably by myself locked in in the yo. so I'm back in that mode, I can't stop cause I'm on go stuck in poverty. I try to keep my mind to be heroic, show me honesty, and I'll show you some shit they never showed I'm not an artist, l'm a poet, but you can call me what you want. somebody better sign him, put the mission behind him, swear he gon' be a problem.
I can bet every dollar he finna take them boys to school, he ain't a scholar bitch, you know, I'm hotter than the fire, I'm running shit like Dion, and I ain't never been a peon, and I aln't answering no questions, stop asking what niggas be on.

It can't be another me, I'm something like a one off, and I'l be trying to keep it cool, but boy don't make me pull my gun out. I told bro, it's a run down, pull the trigger till it run out. I'll send you to your maker
If a nigga playing crazy send your location, I'mma PullUP where you laying, burn a nigga like a tan, f*ck goin dumb. Bitch You know, l'm going ham, and nowadays niggas change quicker than sand.
He gonna annihilate anything, thinking he can't. You lookin the sideways. He gonna try straighten the stance and he like to play with drums.
They think he with the band, he lost a couple guys and that wasnt part of the plan. It's time to get his shit my all.
Here I go, here I am,  free all of my dogs who locked up in the can, cause l'd risk (wrist) it all, like, I cut off my hand, like, oh no, why they had to take my bro?
I hate that I can't see my bro no more. Remember those nights I cried, I was hurting inside, but I was still clutching, like, whoa, whoa, swear, this shit hurt my soul, gotta leave the streets, cause they ain't sticking to the code no more got me like, oh, whoa,  like, oh no, why they had to take my bros?
I was still clutching my pole, still tucking my dope,
gotta stay afloat, or you could fall off the boat. I don't mean no disrespect, but, you know, pop got smoke and pac got smoke, and I cannot go this just some shit that I quote. I got, em, running round circles, playing ring around the rose
This a rare flow, and you niggas more common than a cold, tryna carry the load. But you can feel the pressure in your shoulders, you can dare if you want  but it hurts when the truth unfolds Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, whoa, I ain't gonna take my bro, whoa, whoa.

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