Fall Out
Mad haters
Fake rappers
These hoes better
Me and K Shot we back to kill these beats (Eh)
Pass the pen, the pad, need to please these ears (Eh)
Been a minute since apocalypse (Eh)
Perfect combo here to cease the seat (Eh)
The grind got me respect,nigga it's heavily earned
Delivering flawlessly, perfection rose concerns
Stares gazing at these kings' big returns
Snares blaring got me going big with words
Came to conquer lands, got Zulu mentality part of my artillery
Bent these words, respect, you contradict, then no more tranquility
Going berzerk on this beat like a mental asylum depicting hostility
Toes on the ground, am firm, the roots in the soil man fuck Futility
Mutuze mwumve
Ukuntu tubica mu mutwe
Me and the gang dukwakwanya stage, Nago twigeze twiteza ubute
Started from bottom we head to the top
Mfite imbaraga ishyaka nka zimwe za PAC
We been grinding and grinding duhiga izo stuff
Izo ntare nzikanga am taking they spot
Pause wait listen am back perfecting these rhymes and stacking the stacks
4:20 I swim the clouds, the spliff got I through cynics and rats
Aba haters baraha hanze badashaka ko dukira nibande
Mubavuge tubajugunye impande, fuck them niggas twe mutwite afande nigga
(Ni bande? Ni bande?
Babwire baze hano sha mbereke
Babwire baze babwire baze!)
I'm running the streets,got me some creds yeah they know that I'm lit
I'm making a million soon and these bitches gon be climbing a Hill for the dick
I'm saving game yeah I need me a cap
I'm making the most for this kids on my back
I used to say fuck the cat until That lil kitty done posted me rap
I piss on your fav and i shit on the trends
Most of you jokers ain't making no sense
They wanna link but they getting no chance
Wanna get in my space but you won't even glance
I can't be sleeping, I snooze and I'm up
Typing these lyrics at 4:20
I got this shit going on on my own
I'm on top the game, my balls empty
Slow down, fuck it more rounds
We hungry and coming to hunt for more power it's showdown
Keep yo nose down
And make no sound
Killin em jokers no corps found
And soon as you see me on Stage my nigga I'm snatching our souls out, fall out
Fake rappers
These hoes better
Me and K Shot we back to kill these beats (Eh)
Pass the pen, the pad, need to please these ears (Eh)
Been a minute since apocalypse (Eh)
Perfect combo here to cease the seat (Eh)
The grind got me respect,nigga it's heavily earned
Delivering flawlessly, perfection rose concerns
Stares gazing at these kings' big returns
Snares blaring got me going big with words
Came to conquer lands, got Zulu mentality part of my artillery
Bent these words, respect, you contradict, then no more tranquility
Going berzerk on this beat like a mental asylum depicting hostility
Toes on the ground, am firm, the roots in the soil man fuck Futility
Mutuze mwumve
Ukuntu tubica mu mutwe
Me and the gang dukwakwanya stage, Nago twigeze twiteza ubute
Started from bottom we head to the top
Mfite imbaraga ishyaka nka zimwe za PAC
We been grinding and grinding duhiga izo stuff
Izo ntare nzikanga am taking they spot
Pause wait listen am back perfecting these rhymes and stacking the stacks
4:20 I swim the clouds, the spliff got I through cynics and rats
Aba haters baraha hanze badashaka ko dukira nibande
Mubavuge tubajugunye impande, fuck them niggas twe mutwite afande nigga
(Ni bande? Ni bande?
Babwire baze hano sha mbereke
Babwire baze babwire baze!)
I'm running the streets,got me some creds yeah they know that I'm lit
I'm making a million soon and these bitches gon be climbing a Hill for the dick
I'm saving game yeah I need me a cap
I'm making the most for this kids on my back
I used to say fuck the cat until That lil kitty done posted me rap
I piss on your fav and i shit on the trends
Most of you jokers ain't making no sense
They wanna link but they getting no chance
Wanna get in my space but you won't even glance
I can't be sleeping, I snooze and I'm up
Typing these lyrics at 4:20
I got this shit going on on my own
I'm on top the game, my balls empty
Slow down, fuck it more rounds
We hungry and coming to hunt for more power it's showdown
Keep yo nose down
And make no sound
Killin em jokers no corps found
And soon as you see me on Stage my nigga I'm snatching our souls out, fall out
Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Rulisa
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