Fallen
Thinkin bout my niggas while I'm loadin this click clack
Run up on you boy ain't no chitchat just a whole lot of shit splat
Wish I was there that mornin to save ya
Now we down here sendin neighbors
Hoping God can forgive us for all these damn souls that we send him
Through all these blessed days that we sinning
Thinkin back to beginnings when you was just winnin
A lil young but I still paid attention... to everything!
Soaking up the game ain't have to say a thang
Feelin like they hit an artery I miss you main
Gettin high and fucked up damn near everyday
Reciprocate this feelin is the only way to numb the pain
They gotta feel this like I felt that
I'm goin at ya head until that muthafuckin seal crack
And when that seal crack I lean back and Po up
It's still a Marley party bitch we ain't slowing up
I'm still gettin Dutchy high I ain't comin down
Get yo ass put up in a box thinkin we fuck around
We ain't friendly ain't nice we just them Grimey niggas
Catch you leakin yo angels got you or these demons get you
You better pray nigga...
You better pray
The devils work them gates yea it's gon cost him
Still I hope the lord forgive me I'm doin this for the
(Drug dealer homicide music... I got you Coats nigga)
I cried all last week it's time to let the beat cry
They cryin for a truce I guess they want the beef to die
I told the middle man it's time to pick a side
Gotta be real strategic the niggas I pick to ride
Lost two right hands it's hard to hug they mothers
They more than my right hand them niggas like my brothers
What makes this shit worse I even lost my brother
My right hand from a bullet my brother from a car crash
I'm loadin up this choppa I'm pullin down my ski mask
Plus we in a fast car
I could die either way when my life fast forward
Free that nigga A.N.T free that nigga DBO
Before Lil Dave died he was bigger than Nino
I'm talkin big bricks
No quarter ki money
No shysty niggas in the way no G Money
When you ball out you make your team comfortable
We ballin out at Ruth's Chris we use to share lunchables
So many guns around I gave him the FN never be uncomfortable
Looked him in his eyes brothers keeper vise versa
We ridin on them suckas my nigga until they murk us
Run up on you boy ain't no chitchat just a whole lot of shit splat
Wish I was there that mornin to save ya
Now we down here sendin neighbors
Hoping God can forgive us for all these damn souls that we send him
Through all these blessed days that we sinning
Thinkin back to beginnings when you was just winnin
A lil young but I still paid attention... to everything!
Soaking up the game ain't have to say a thang
Feelin like they hit an artery I miss you main
Gettin high and fucked up damn near everyday
Reciprocate this feelin is the only way to numb the pain
They gotta feel this like I felt that
I'm goin at ya head until that muthafuckin seal crack
And when that seal crack I lean back and Po up
It's still a Marley party bitch we ain't slowing up
I'm still gettin Dutchy high I ain't comin down
Get yo ass put up in a box thinkin we fuck around
We ain't friendly ain't nice we just them Grimey niggas
Catch you leakin yo angels got you or these demons get you
You better pray nigga...
You better pray
The devils work them gates yea it's gon cost him
Still I hope the lord forgive me I'm doin this for the
(Drug dealer homicide music... I got you Coats nigga)
I cried all last week it's time to let the beat cry
They cryin for a truce I guess they want the beef to die
I told the middle man it's time to pick a side
Gotta be real strategic the niggas I pick to ride
Lost two right hands it's hard to hug they mothers
They more than my right hand them niggas like my brothers
What makes this shit worse I even lost my brother
My right hand from a bullet my brother from a car crash
I'm loadin up this choppa I'm pullin down my ski mask
Plus we in a fast car
I could die either way when my life fast forward
Free that nigga A.N.T free that nigga DBO
Before Lil Dave died he was bigger than Nino
I'm talkin big bricks
No quarter ki money
No shysty niggas in the way no G Money
When you ball out you make your team comfortable
We ballin out at Ruth's Chris we use to share lunchables
So many guns around I gave him the FN never be uncomfortable
Looked him in his eyes brothers keeper vise versa
We ridin on them suckas my nigga until they murk us
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Todd Engel
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