Fall
I just think that hip hop is like
It's... it's died
There's nothing left to it
What's sad is, it's not about music
That's gonna actually make you feel
Or make you think
But I don't think I want to be
Apart of it or listen to it anymore
Said I ain't tryna fall
Bitch I ain't tryna fall
You niggas tryna do this shit
But I done did it all
Tunnel vision dreaming
Man you niggas fucking with the boss
I swear I'll make it to the top
Man right before I'm gone
And I got this addiction that's
Creeping up on my feelings
And I'm seeing all of this shit
With the eyes of my demons
My music putting so much fear in
Every one of these niggas
And every one of these rappers
Bitch you can call me the reaper
You cannot fuck with the winners
Oh shit I shoulda said it sooner
Niggas getting moved
Getting touched by the rumours
They talking shit about me
Nigga are you done with assuming?
Cuz' everything you hear's opinion
Till it's been proven
And I've been living like a slave
So I go out as a king
I've been working till I'm drained
Man achieving all my dreams
I don't need a thing
But shit I want a lot of things
The feeling that it brings
But the stresses in between
Man I ain't tryna fall
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, wooh)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, ey)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
And I got my heartbeat
Banging like these 808s
And this year man I swear
This shit's gonna be make or break
I'm ready for the game
As I steady my aim
At these fronting ass rappers
That all blew by mistake
The same niggas that
Be claiming they great
Are the same ones that would
Bow down to the sound of my tape
And even end up praising all of the
Old music I've made
I did shit 4 years back
That niggas still can't replicate
And what's a lil youngsta
To a king like me
Screaming "Niggas
Wanna be like me"
I've been told
"Yo Izzy lucid you might be
One of the greatest on the rise"
Yeah
Bitch it's likely
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, wooh)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, ey)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Fuck the fake shit
Man we taking it back
Fuck your mumble rap
We bringing quality back
Now get the grill out your mouth
And get the xan off your lips
Fuck your Molly, fuck your X
Fuck all the drugs on that list
Fuck the world man
Bend it over, make it my bitch
On my African Swiss
With an American switch
Got it on lock with an
International twist
I've said it from the start
Man I'll be making it big
So have a drink, let's have a toast
To the niggas who know
Shit even to the niggas who don't
Yeah
You gonna end up knowing my name
Fuck the fame, bringing change
Boy I'm ready to play
And I've been living like a slave
So I go out as a king
I've been working till I'm drained
Man achieving all my dreams
I don't need a thing
But shit I want a lot of things
The feeling that it brings
But the stresses in between
Man I ain't tryna fall
But niggas testing my patience
Look around damn
Niggas doing shit ancient
I'm way ahead of my time
like I'm seeing the future
So you can call me the oracle
Bitch I'm tired of waiting
Let's go
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, wooh)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, ey)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Even though hip hop is dead
There's still enough of us around
To keep the pureness of the genre going
Dude, if you sell out
That's your dream gone
That's your morals gone
That's all the hard work
All the dedication
All the endless hours you put in
To give it up
Gone, gone to shit
Is it even worth it?
It's just the mindset
Never lose it
Keep the grind
Don't stop
You feel me?
It's... it's died
There's nothing left to it
What's sad is, it's not about music
That's gonna actually make you feel
Or make you think
But I don't think I want to be
Apart of it or listen to it anymore
Said I ain't tryna fall
Bitch I ain't tryna fall
You niggas tryna do this shit
But I done did it all
Tunnel vision dreaming
Man you niggas fucking with the boss
I swear I'll make it to the top
Man right before I'm gone
And I got this addiction that's
Creeping up on my feelings
And I'm seeing all of this shit
With the eyes of my demons
My music putting so much fear in
Every one of these niggas
And every one of these rappers
Bitch you can call me the reaper
You cannot fuck with the winners
Oh shit I shoulda said it sooner
Niggas getting moved
Getting touched by the rumours
They talking shit about me
Nigga are you done with assuming?
Cuz' everything you hear's opinion
Till it's been proven
And I've been living like a slave
So I go out as a king
I've been working till I'm drained
Man achieving all my dreams
I don't need a thing
But shit I want a lot of things
The feeling that it brings
But the stresses in between
Man I ain't tryna fall
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, wooh)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, ey)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
And I got my heartbeat
Banging like these 808s
And this year man I swear
This shit's gonna be make or break
I'm ready for the game
As I steady my aim
At these fronting ass rappers
That all blew by mistake
The same niggas that
Be claiming they great
Are the same ones that would
Bow down to the sound of my tape
And even end up praising all of the
Old music I've made
I did shit 4 years back
That niggas still can't replicate
And what's a lil youngsta
To a king like me
Screaming "Niggas
Wanna be like me"
I've been told
"Yo Izzy lucid you might be
One of the greatest on the rise"
Yeah
Bitch it's likely
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, wooh)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, ey)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Fuck the fake shit
Man we taking it back
Fuck your mumble rap
We bringing quality back
Now get the grill out your mouth
And get the xan off your lips
Fuck your Molly, fuck your X
Fuck all the drugs on that list
Fuck the world man
Bend it over, make it my bitch
On my African Swiss
With an American switch
Got it on lock with an
International twist
I've said it from the start
Man I'll be making it big
So have a drink, let's have a toast
To the niggas who know
Shit even to the niggas who don't
Yeah
You gonna end up knowing my name
Fuck the fame, bringing change
Boy I'm ready to play
And I've been living like a slave
So I go out as a king
I've been working till I'm drained
Man achieving all my dreams
I don't need a thing
But shit I want a lot of things
The feeling that it brings
But the stresses in between
Man I ain't tryna fall
But niggas testing my patience
Look around damn
Niggas doing shit ancient
I'm way ahead of my time
like I'm seeing the future
So you can call me the oracle
Bitch I'm tired of waiting
Let's go
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, wooh)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Doing what I want
I don't regret it (no, ey)
These motherfuckers
Ain't say shit
Crawling to the top
Of the pack and I'm coming
You niggas is walking
I'm running
Bitch I'm
Even though hip hop is dead
There's still enough of us around
To keep the pureness of the genre going
Dude, if you sell out
That's your dream gone
That's your morals gone
That's all the hard work
All the dedication
All the endless hours you put in
To give it up
Gone, gone to shit
Is it even worth it?
It's just the mindset
Never lose it
Keep the grind
Don't stop
You feel me?
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Writer(s): Aston Gani
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