Free Fall
Don't be running round fake woke
Vision clear full a straight quotes
Heard ya man tried jump trend
He was hype til they swung bend
People now like what friend
No integrity
Stuck in the vanity of that old ish
Seen present day you over wit
Don't be mad at me dawg
Yo lil trap went in free fall
Should have been the steeple
The Feds swiped ya people
I remember when it was Pebbles
FairField Commons
The good old days
When Footaction had the 14s
And after that I got a bald fade
Nike socks convertible like a Avirex
They flexing
Gym class in 6th grade
That shower was so retched
10th grade on my 3rd chain
Young
High school was my blessing
Graduated at 17
Don't have to believe y'all message
You claim you was running wild
I was running trial
No co'd glad I made it out
Make the family proud
On my Órale
Pote style
All I do is smile
Send my favorite haters
Straight to hell
Escalator style
I sat back and watched
Took me ten to plot
Let the money rot
You a honey pot
I got super smart
Redeveloped my mojo tho
Wide body knotty
Bank roll getting brolly
Don't be getting hype
They don't even write fuck em
Don't be getting hype
They don't even write shit
Tryna avoid that poverty
Reason why she swallow me
Who you follow follow me
Let that sink in smckk
Y'all ain't bringing no gravitas
Half yo catalogue some garbage
All a sudden you been informed
Going Jim Duncan in a perfect storm
Maine slow hoes getting rained on
My air max they shipped wrong
So when Finishline
Ask how the shoes they about to
Eat this vitriol
Don't wonder if I got it
Better check yo woman milage
We been going to sleep and
Waking up to Police sirens since wild n
It's been 15
Still stuck in a sick dream
You only seeing half the picture
You 1988 Mitch green
I'm a need me a lit thing
Young woman with some grip game
Heard you was smashing on grenades
Mental shrapnel left you insane
Whoa you claim was running wild
I was switching styles
Hard legendary profile
Sterling og smile
Tell me lady if it's been a while
Why you acting foul
Keep that energy we on a roll
You on your way out
I sat back and watched
Took me ten to plot
Let the money rot
You a honey pot
I got super smart
Redeveloped my mojo tho
Wide body knotty
Bankroll getting brolly
Don't be getting hype
They don't even write fuck em
Don't be getting hype
They don't even write shit
Vision clear full a straight quotes
Heard ya man tried jump trend
He was hype til they swung bend
People now like what friend
No integrity
Stuck in the vanity of that old ish
Seen present day you over wit
Don't be mad at me dawg
Yo lil trap went in free fall
Should have been the steeple
The Feds swiped ya people
I remember when it was Pebbles
FairField Commons
The good old days
When Footaction had the 14s
And after that I got a bald fade
Nike socks convertible like a Avirex
They flexing
Gym class in 6th grade
That shower was so retched
10th grade on my 3rd chain
Young
High school was my blessing
Graduated at 17
Don't have to believe y'all message
You claim you was running wild
I was running trial
No co'd glad I made it out
Make the family proud
On my Órale
Pote style
All I do is smile
Send my favorite haters
Straight to hell
Escalator style
I sat back and watched
Took me ten to plot
Let the money rot
You a honey pot
I got super smart
Redeveloped my mojo tho
Wide body knotty
Bank roll getting brolly
Don't be getting hype
They don't even write fuck em
Don't be getting hype
They don't even write shit
Tryna avoid that poverty
Reason why she swallow me
Who you follow follow me
Let that sink in smckk
Y'all ain't bringing no gravitas
Half yo catalogue some garbage
All a sudden you been informed
Going Jim Duncan in a perfect storm
Maine slow hoes getting rained on
My air max they shipped wrong
So when Finishline
Ask how the shoes they about to
Eat this vitriol
Don't wonder if I got it
Better check yo woman milage
We been going to sleep and
Waking up to Police sirens since wild n
It's been 15
Still stuck in a sick dream
You only seeing half the picture
You 1988 Mitch green
I'm a need me a lit thing
Young woman with some grip game
Heard you was smashing on grenades
Mental shrapnel left you insane
Whoa you claim was running wild
I was switching styles
Hard legendary profile
Sterling og smile
Tell me lady if it's been a while
Why you acting foul
Keep that energy we on a roll
You on your way out
I sat back and watched
Took me ten to plot
Let the money rot
You a honey pot
I got super smart
Redeveloped my mojo tho
Wide body knotty
Bankroll getting brolly
Don't be getting hype
They don't even write fuck em
Don't be getting hype
They don't even write shit
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Writer(s): Sterling Ogletree
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