Fall In

Hands up yeah we all here
I'm gon' ball just like Paul Pierce
Yeah
I'm talking water this shit all clear
Yeah
You talking money bitch I'm all ears
Watch how T.R.I.O break it down I look like John Deere
I tried talking to the men but they were all kids
I was gon' get my resolve when he resolve his
Yeah that shit that don't een get me high that's what I call mid
What you doing
It's a money pool I'm tryna fall in
Lazy nigga
He don't want no work he wanna call in
But I can't judge a man I know we all sin
Don't be watching what I spend I know we all spend
I know niggas swiping now what's your login
Light the blunt up in the whip now it's fog in it

Yeah
It's like 1:30 in the beautiful state of Maryland
You know what I'm saying
Uhh
I just wanted to say uh
If I hit my pinnacle then why the fuck would I stop there
Yeah aye

Know that I gotta provide whenever I play with my kid
Thought I was hungry but now that shit doubled I stay in the fridge
If I ain't going for the golden medal should've never been there in the first place
Hung with niggas that ain't see the vision had the worst taste
First dates I be getting lucky but it's all skill
Took my L standing tall still
Know that your rhymes gotta BBL mine is all real
I'm really living a double life got a nine to five
And I blind a nigga when it's time to shine
Youngin said that I'm his hero but I don't be fighting crime yeah
My energy got you addicted
You keep coming back for the feeling
You already know where to find me
Don't need GPS to my building
And I can't even drop the top in my whip but I still don't be seeing no ceilings
And BDX T.R.I.O be cooking the heat even when it be cold in the kitchen
Authentic even when I be code switching
Politicking they like bro different
Motivate you with the goals I can make your soul feel it
Really I wonder bout how you feeling when you sit across from a whole winner
I rather hang up the gloves before I could say I ain't give it my whole spirit



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Writer(s): Brandon Scott
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