Fall from Grace

Yeah, and it sound like
Vanilla wafers wit the white cream
Keep my eyes open like I'm sight seeing
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
I'm practicing peace so I can turn a hurricane into a light breeze
I told niggas the truth and they tried to fight me
I grew up gave niggas the boot, he off of my team
These new niggas can't even hoop, they off them white things
Trynna do the right thing all my life like I'm Spike Lee
Yeah, reporting live from the mezzanine
Took a lot of L's now I'm riding wit a head of steam
You number two like the letter B but you'll never be
Close enough to T this is my lane and I'll never leave, yeah
Even death can't stop somebody like me
22 years trynna find my way avoiding crises
20 years everyday depression hit me more than likely
21 I didn't care to drink cause I was mourning my b
Yeah, I was mourning my b

Yeah yeah
Hold yo head lil homie
You know Mommas gonna trip go fold yo bed lil homie
Yeah, hold yo head lil homie
Everything's gon' be okay we ain't dead lil homie
Yeah, watch yo back my nigga
Stay up out the streets and make a stack my nigga, yeah
Watch yo back my nigga
I watch you now cause I don't want you back my nigga yeah
Watch yo back my nigga
Watch you now cause I don't want you back my nigga my nigga
Watch you now my nigga
Watch me now my nigga

Stay up out the streets and make a stack my nigga yeah
I watch you now cause I don't want you back my nigga yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Ty Summers
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