Lyrics:
small (and by making other people feel small)
Makes you think you're unable to fall (you can fall, you can fall)
But when you do, who you gonna call?
team (huh?)
Sittin' courtside, not the nosebleeds (not the nosebleeds)
She right on my wood like Ginobli
All up on my wood like Ginobli
Your girl out
motherfucker for the way that you doubted me, how's it taste?
When I slap the taste out your mouth
With the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I'm Hannibal
come
You boys get ready
'Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
heaven
Fall by Pride
With a third part of the stars
Fall By Pride
Proud of his beauty
Fall By Pride
Down into his grave
Your heart was lifted up
because
face
You fuck around and catch another live grenade
I'll leave you like the Duppy he's already in his grave (In the grave lil nigga!)
Always workin
school
I give em strategies to sleep on
So when they put me in the grave they could keep on
Now first on your check list
Be your own man cos your
on your speed dial before your death will be final
Remove your spinal and upload a masters badge album to motherfucking tidal
Will you kill for your God
have ice on their neck
But God has eyes (icy) on my album
Because I baked an album off of my flaws
Yeah, make good use of your pain
I got a phone it's
your throats and shit
One by one we'll get you all
And when you fall and yes you will
There's pins and needles everywhere to
Help me from
I dig your grave deeper
Burning in flames yeah baby
Look at my face feel sahbabii
We finna cut you with saw blades
Don't know why you always stay
hit
Steady Mobbin' 'cause the flavor's good
There goes the neighborhood
Nigga with the third album how come he don't fall off?
Rolling with
understand it
Imma do me
Man I got the crew right by me
Knock a boy out like Ali
Never go doubt who I be
Imma do, Imma do, Imma do me
Lately I've been catching
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
trans-generational trauma, that shit'll haunt ya
Pray your little cousin ain't fall from the place that you fall asleep
Of course it's hard for me
Nigga ain't
his name
Oh she knew that he was trouble and the heartbreak would be double
Don't cha remember when your mama said
Oh don't fall in love with a boy
motherfucker
Tell your sister I'm another
Go! Go! Go!
And I said, say
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave
Tell me I'm a bad man
motherfucker
Tell your sister I'm another
Go! Go! Go!
And I said, say
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave
Tell me I'm a bad man
The origin falls on me on my birthday
Hanging out with Turner
Thinking of something funny to say
So on our way back, my home on route
I thought of Life,
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
slang with my boy
I used to bang with my boy, goddamn I miss my boy
We started out youngstas in the park throwin' birds
In your hearse, damn it's sad
the strength to get up there by myself
I can not see anyone, so I will not get any help
So what if I can't reach your hand?
I don't think that you'll understand
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