Fallin In
(I'm from out the Gutta, middle finger, Zone 6)
Forreal
The fucked up part 'bout life is shit, that's what it is
How we all gon die, but you ain't tryna live
Glock on me right now, get you burnt up like a cig
Get you turned off to tattoos, have you under dirt and skin
How we all set up to lose, but you ain't tryna win
I be too ducked off, I don't really ever fuck with friends
It's punishment for everybody, you get caught with them
The bag had tripped up on a chase, I was fallin in
My reflection stabbed my back, so I don't call nobody twin
I could text Alexis back, but she ignoring it
I just text lil Seven back, she all like "How you is?"
Could've hit Miss Jackson, but I ain't with that sorry shit
I can't fuck wit them niggas, cause I know the niggas who talkative
I'ma Doggyworld nigga, but play and my niggas start hawking him
(BOW!)
Fucked up part 'bout life is shit, that's what it is
How we all gon die, but you ain't tryna live
Glock on me right now, get you burnt up like a cig
Get you turned off to tattoos, have you under dirt and skin
How we all set up to lose, but you ain't tryna win (You be taking Ls)
I be too ducked off, I don't really ever fuck with friends (I don't fuck wit them)
It's punishment for everybody, you get caught with them (You get caught with them)
The bag had tripped up on a chase, I was fallin in (I was fallin in)
That shit fallin in, huh?
That shit fallin in, huh?
That shit fallin in, huh?
(Hey)
That shit fallin in, huh?
That shit fallin in, huh?
That shit fallin in, huh?
Forreal
Forreal
The fucked up part 'bout life is shit, that's what it is
How we all gon die, but you ain't tryna live
Glock on me right now, get you burnt up like a cig
Get you turned off to tattoos, have you under dirt and skin
How we all set up to lose, but you ain't tryna win
I be too ducked off, I don't really ever fuck with friends
It's punishment for everybody, you get caught with them
The bag had tripped up on a chase, I was fallin in
My reflection stabbed my back, so I don't call nobody twin
I could text Alexis back, but she ignoring it
I just text lil Seven back, she all like "How you is?"
Could've hit Miss Jackson, but I ain't with that sorry shit
I can't fuck wit them niggas, cause I know the niggas who talkative
I'ma Doggyworld nigga, but play and my niggas start hawking him
(BOW!)
Fucked up part 'bout life is shit, that's what it is
How we all gon die, but you ain't tryna live
Glock on me right now, get you burnt up like a cig
Get you turned off to tattoos, have you under dirt and skin
How we all set up to lose, but you ain't tryna win (You be taking Ls)
I be too ducked off, I don't really ever fuck with friends (I don't fuck wit them)
It's punishment for everybody, you get caught with them (You get caught with them)
The bag had tripped up on a chase, I was fallin in (I was fallin in)
That shit fallin in, huh?
That shit fallin in, huh?
That shit fallin in, huh?
(Hey)
That shit fallin in, huh?
That shit fallin in, huh?
That shit fallin in, huh?
Forreal
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Writer(s): Jared Lee
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