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Falls Down

GQ

Rated Oakland

18.06.2014

101

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Produced by 9th Wonder] [Hook] It all falls down, all falls down, all falls down Falls down, when you tryna be somethin' you ain't ready to be It all falls down, all falls down, all falls down They love to watch you fall Swear they love to watch you fall Tryna be somethin' you ain't ready to be [Verse 1: GQ] Boy, I'm from the land of young hookers and sub-woofers Indiana Jones at a table with bug cookers On a basket in a river baby the flood took us Think she a prime rib, not even a fuddruckers 9th told me "with the mic, boy you a muthafucka" Got a cougar on me cause she heard I'm a muthafucka A muthafuckin' beast, everything in my house talk I just feel good like a guest when the couch soft Never step on stars unless you go to Hollywood Molecule in my system doin' more than molly would Most these niggas wack as fuck, they ain't even kinda good Hall of fame? Nigga you ain't even Harold Miner good Only pick the phone up if I know her vagina good Me and bro workin' making sure Asia and China good Shit, I'm a zombie, I ain't dealing with bath salt Me and moms chattered, I hope it wasn't our last talk Before I leave here, or even worse, she do My best I ain't give it to them, they just got a preview A buffet of bullshit they gon' feed you Before they lead you to a snake and then Eve you Look where I'm at cause how I rap I see you watchin' but I guess you ain't got time to say congrats I put my heart and soul in these tracks Until the day my eyelids collapse It all falls down nigga [Hook] [Verse 2: Problem] Let's get it poppin', got a [pain?] to fill You tryna cycle without them trainin' wheels but you ain't ready The boys with the D but I wasn't heavy You needed the muscle, shared the hustle yea I wasn't petty Furious [?] delirious, hella Eddy Murphy the [turfy?] I'm working, I knew this wasn't my purpose but the perks was fun Told [?] but didn't burst my gun Pulled it out once I seen him shook his parka son I'm like fuck that Mental damn near collapsed on me, relax homie Realer than the music, y'all rather slap phonies Bang that but won't bang this huh? My dance with the devil saw a few of y'all kiss huh For the fame these lames'll do anything but not me bro I know my soul is cleaner than a tuxedo fresh out the tailor I know it's my time, I've lived in this lie like trailers High baller strangers, do a T.I. son Man he sure? Hades baby yea more than a pager More than Adidas, they mourning for me to feed 'em I will though Me and [Susie?] in [bad leezy?] Blowin' kush she uptown with [Bleezy?] talkin' bout how niggas go [Hook] [Verse 3: Bad Lucc] Fly as a pilot drinkin' a Red Bull [?] random ass verses Breezy niggas stayed away like churches I expected more from you niggas, I lost faith in faith itself When I turned up, I turned wealth When I turned down you turned to the next man and gave him help When I got chained I got the bill, I got cute and then I got filled Groupie asses became [?] for sure though Back when [?] had the two toed cutlass before though I been living dreams that I couldn't sell on eBay Back when I got kicks from East Bay I'm literally the greatest and they hate it when I say it but believe it It ain't how many metaphors I stick inside this thesis It ain't how many bitches know my words to all my singles It's about the chemistry and how I remind 'em of [?] I'm a exciting rhyming kid Me and my constituents blow the dust off the dust Then get back to our gangsta but naw they tell it [?] how [?] came through on his [?] But bird only do business, we ain't doing no copies Restoring some honour in this genre Bad Lucc the real life piranha in waters with toads and anacondas Peelin' gators for gator skins, hustling pimps Robbing prime for they body type or sell 'em with shrimps or what have you (what?) None of it's mathematical Shit ain't that deep, I'm better than more than half of you 99% was [?] Then me and him go at it so much in the booth I need a job DOG made him invincible, it's the mob A nigga need so much millions that I'm a snob Fuck what you...! Fuck that shit man, I ain't gotta say no more I'm better than you niggas [Hook]
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