Fall Back
Holding a smile with a knife in your hand so will that be your plan that you're willing to play?
If that be the case then don't make no mistake, you'll be holding the shovel and this be the grave
I'm sick of this city, can smell all the shit, just been numbing my head with this blunt it will fade
Demons and bitches they wanna speak riches with Louis V stitches fuck you're all the same
She wanna move like hit the flow
Hit the flow she fall back
Wanna be bad she feel no more feel no more she crawl back
I wanna move like give the call
Hit the flow I fall back
I Might be dead I feel no more feel no more it's all black
Talk to my Angel and she told me to pray
Funny my Demon said go get the cake
Black, White or Yellow we running the race
Only two colours win, gold or green where the pay
Filled up with guilt for mistakes that we made
But we do what we need to, to keep up the pace
And these fuckers be tripping like they smoking lace
Now my lightbulb be missing that fiend had an 8
Call a motherfucker, what the plot? who we gonna fucking pop? We ain't never gonna stop getting profit
Keep da opp alive let a motherfucker slide, he be running for his life, we gon run up his pocket
Smoking onna Zoot put the body in the boot
Dat gook gonna shoot pull back and I pop it
Sorry my baby but you know that I'm crazy
I keep medicating you know I can't stop it
She wanna move like hit the flow
Hit the flow she fall back
Wanna be bad she feel no more feel no more she crawl back
I wanna move like give the call
Hit the flow I fall back
I Might be dead I feel no more feel no more it's all black
If that be the case then don't make no mistake, you'll be holding the shovel and this be the grave
I'm sick of this city, can smell all the shit, just been numbing my head with this blunt it will fade
Demons and bitches they wanna speak riches with Louis V stitches fuck you're all the same
She wanna move like hit the flow
Hit the flow she fall back
Wanna be bad she feel no more feel no more she crawl back
I wanna move like give the call
Hit the flow I fall back
I Might be dead I feel no more feel no more it's all black
Talk to my Angel and she told me to pray
Funny my Demon said go get the cake
Black, White or Yellow we running the race
Only two colours win, gold or green where the pay
Filled up with guilt for mistakes that we made
But we do what we need to, to keep up the pace
And these fuckers be tripping like they smoking lace
Now my lightbulb be missing that fiend had an 8
Call a motherfucker, what the plot? who we gonna fucking pop? We ain't never gonna stop getting profit
Keep da opp alive let a motherfucker slide, he be running for his life, we gon run up his pocket
Smoking onna Zoot put the body in the boot
Dat gook gonna shoot pull back and I pop it
Sorry my baby but you know that I'm crazy
I keep medicating you know I can't stop it
She wanna move like hit the flow
Hit the flow she fall back
Wanna be bad she feel no more feel no more she crawl back
I wanna move like give the call
Hit the flow I fall back
I Might be dead I feel no more feel no more it's all black
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