Fall of Goliath
See it's the rise of the righteous
We take from the wicked
We might as well risk it, we die for a living
We ride for our niggas, and kill for our children
Tell the truth to my brother, telling lies to these piglets
I can't deny I
Been watching you niggas just like a flock of sheep for weeks
I Little-Bo-Peep'd the game y'all running
I know how to play it, no playin'
Shit, I'm like David, the heart of a fighter
The rise of a king, the fall of Goliath
Before you let your life pass by
Don't ask how, ask why
I could die tonight, listen to your mothers
That rioters living gon' put you right inside prison
May your sins be forgiven
Niggas here will steal your dough like Kareem's agent
Stocking caps on their heads with the smushed faces
Young goons hit you niggas with the stale faces
A blue pill'll probably put these niggas in the matrix
Tell Delilah I can smell the setup
Boy, you blinded by that pussy better pick ya head up
Preachers promise lies just to pay your tithes
Cowards cast stones and then go back and hide
I might just turn a stone looking back on it
A pocket full of stones is all I got for my foes
I think I'm like David, the heart of a fighter
The rise of a king, the fall of Goliath
So smart that it's stupid, consistently moving
We feeling immortal, but really we humans
This a work of art put my life on a canvas
I'ma make me some money, put it up for my family, uh
We take from the wicked
We might as well risk it, we die for a living
We ride for our niggas, and kill for our children
Tell the truth to my brother, telling lies to these piglets
I can't deny I
Been watching you niggas just like a flock of sheep for weeks
I Little-Bo-Peep'd the game y'all running
I know how to play it, no playin'
Shit, I'm like David, the heart of a fighter
The rise of a king, the fall of Goliath
Before you let your life pass by
Don't ask how, ask why
I could die tonight, listen to your mothers
That rioters living gon' put you right inside prison
May your sins be forgiven
Niggas here will steal your dough like Kareem's agent
Stocking caps on their heads with the smushed faces
Young goons hit you niggas with the stale faces
A blue pill'll probably put these niggas in the matrix
Tell Delilah I can smell the setup
Boy, you blinded by that pussy better pick ya head up
Preachers promise lies just to pay your tithes
Cowards cast stones and then go back and hide
I might just turn a stone looking back on it
A pocket full of stones is all I got for my foes
I think I'm like David, the heart of a fighter
The rise of a king, the fall of Goliath
So smart that it's stupid, consistently moving
We feeling immortal, but really we humans
This a work of art put my life on a canvas
I'ma make me some money, put it up for my family, uh
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Writer(s): Kevin Lebron Adams
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