Said if I'm fallin' pick me up If I'm fallin' pick me up If I'm fallin' pick me up
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Fear of falling Feeling like I'm never gonna make it (make it) Feeling like I got this rap shit in my grasp But I can not grab or take it Gravitating Towards falling And I fear that whenever I'm trying I feel like my sanity is in my face but I can not grab or find it Stop!
Now pay attention when a motherfucker spitting On a track not lax I should get paid Nigga, shit my brain sharper than a switchblade Because I don't flow, I just cascade And every other motherfucker that you listen to Don't stay true, that's a motherfucking masquerade But who am I to judge cause they're in it for the money I'm a hundred miles and running I'm automatically gunning down Anyone that wanted this real I'm never fronting, novocaine for your brain My rhymes are mind numbing nigga Writing that shit that you can't supersede I give a fuck about what you believe And I could care less about how I'm perceived So just open your mind so that you can receive All these blessings I'm giving whenever I preach From my pulpit I don't bullshit My nigga don't trip Get hit quick Then get a grip bitch I spit a full clip So when you hear the click from this deliverer They say my style is so motherfucking sinister You need to get in contact with your minister I keep my flow on lock like a prisoner Check the forensics of what I have prepped for ya The suspension of all your expenditures Now if you let me take it up another motherfucking notch I'ma spit it till it pop Blood drips then it drops And I bet you niggas watching from the sideline They got the lights on homie like it's primetime But am I ready for it, nigga I will never really know Until I step up on the stage and then I let my lyrics flow From a place of desperation a balance of segregation I'm leaving you salivating from lyrical elevation And I hope they came ready cause this ain't a simulation Assimilated the facts of rap that's on board And stimulating the minds of my demographics abhorred That your flow is so forced it's not consensual coitous You niggas can't avoid this You couldn't break change to make cents, four quarters So when you step be cautious Cause my mind lawless, and at this point of time I'm accustomed the losses Chi-Town '84, he ballin' Foot up on the gas but the car keeps stalling Got fame from the game whose main dame is flawed And while scuffin' up the hardwood floors till the mornin' A moment of silence atonement of violence But this the last time I'ma try to make it private I put it on consignment And give it an assignment I hope that the days alignin' 'cause I'm really tired of dealing with the–
Fear of falling Feeling like I'm never gonna make it (make it) Feeling like I got this rap shit in my grasp But I can not grab or take it Gravitating Towards falling And I fear that whenever I'm trying I feel like my sanity is in my face but I can not grab or find it Stop!
I ain't perfect in the motherfucking least But I bet I bail will transformed to a beast Land buyers wasn't biased to the shit a nigga seen Escobar turned to the slum into fucking Medellín Nigga fuck you and your compliments Cause all you give is false confidence I check the contents of your context The shit nonsense that's full of discontent But I'ma bout to vent to get it off my chest Just like a bench press And if you feel a oppressed Then you should write a check so that you can invest I need advancement money plus interest Cause my flow's disgusting like incest I said I burn it up just like incense And if it's all about a dollar That's a motherfucking problem Cause I care for more than just dividends That you could divvy up Until the prize dries They got they hands out They got they eyes wide I told em bring it in they call it high tide They all washed up like they tide dry My flow complicated never concentrated It was confiscated by the constellations That was ovulating from the consummation And that conversation was the confirmation I'm attacking the track and I do that with ease Stomp on the beat and I'm making it bleed Where internally surgery needed I seen it My style is demeaned But yeah this distinguished Dispersed and extinguish a merce of relinquish These lines I'm releasing gon' leave you in pieces I'm spitting a grievance that's leaving you grieving Hope we in agreement that you'll be conceded Contrite with the lessons that I have been giving I'm busting my ass like I work for commission But I'm insecure so I write, re-revision Constructing these bars like I'm building a prison The way that I give it would murder a cynic Embarrass a critic, my flow is acrylic I'm spitting acidic While bombing your city And bombing the beat And just know that I'm feeling the–
Fear of falling Feeling like I'm never gonna make it Feeling like I got this rap shit in my grasp But I can not grab or take it Gravitating Towards falling And I fear that whenever I'm trying I feel like my sanity is in my face but I can not grab or find it Find it Find it Find it Fi-...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
