"When It All Falls" lyrics
Okay, Gramz
When this shit fall who you gon' run to?
Take a soul, no regrets, nigga can't undo it
Get away, fly away, nigga, I want to
But I'm so stuck in this shit, I got numb to it
They say it get better as time go by, but shit, that was a lie
I lost T.O and Drip and the same damn time, 3 weeks after that, that's when Risky had died
I'm so numb to this shit, I can't even fuckin' cry
All the shit that I did with that stick and that fire
Guess I'm being punished by being alive
I ain't runnin' from death, bitch, I'm ready to die
Nigga, I'm two feet on the concrete with the heat
Nigga, stop playin' like you bitch niggas lookin' for me
Tell the truth, I'on think I'll never go industry
Granny say, "Baby too deep in the streets"
A bulletproof truck can't never stop shit
.57s and .762s through that bitch
I pop a Perc' when I'm hurt
Put them cameras down, just popped a glitch for the twitch
Better yet, never mind, I need to feel this shit
Let me show 'em how real it can get
Walk 'em down with that Choppa, watch 'em lock up and twitch
I just locked up a batch with some dope on my wrist
I'll be damned if I chase any broke-ass hoes, I rather pay Elon to build me a bitch
Wrong or right, don't regret nothin' I ever did, 9 times out of 10 I burnt down the bridge
Fuck him, let his mom'nem love him, but she prolly don't either
Daddy pissed off 'cause he raised him a wiener
Should have open a smoke shop and buy the arena
Lil' bro get paid to turn niggas to reefer
Closed casket, nigga can't see him, John Cena
Knock 'em all off before they get issues
And fuck a rap nigga, bitch, I'on wanna mingle
Not unless you tryna push my new single
I seen you rap niggas jump from dick to dick to dick
Just like a diva, just like a thot bitch, just like a eater
Put that Glock to his head, make him go in that goyard bag and give that shit up like Caresha
Nigga, I'm gettin' crazy bread, hold off on Marinara, my pockets filled up with Lil' Caesars
I can go to the bank and walk out with some cheese sticks
Once the Chop' get dirty it's a Slim Jim beef stick
You can keep all the love, you can keep all the fake shit, like, I'm constipated, bitch, I'll never need shit
Walk around with a life vest on and a pair with some floaties, I threw on my bling, it's sea sick
When this shit fall, who the fuck you gon' call? Ain't nobody to call, better swim or you'll sink in it
Okay, Gramz
When this shit fall who you gon' run to?
Take a soul, no regrets, nigga can't undo it
Get away, fly away, nigga, I want to
But I'm so stuck in this shit, I got numb to it
They say it get better as time go by, but shit, that was a lie
I lost T.O and Drip and the same damn time, 3 weeks after that, that's when Risky had died
I'm so numb to this shit, I can't even fuckin' cry
All the shit that I did with that stick and that fire
Guess I'm being punished by being alive
I ain't runnin' from death, bitch, I'm ready to die
Nigga, I'm two feet on the concrete with the heat
Nigga, stop playin' like you bitch niggas lookin' for me
Tell the truth, I'on think I'll never go industry
Granny say, "Baby too deep in the streets"
A bulletproof truck can't never stop shit
.57s and .762s through that bitch
I pop a Perc' when I'm hurt
Put them cameras down, just popped a glitch for the twitch
Better yet, never mind, I need to feel this shit
Let me show 'em how real it can get
Walk 'em down with that Choppa, watch 'em lock up and twitch
I just locked up a batch with some dope on my wrist
I'll be damned if I chase any broke-ass hoes, I rather pay Elon to build me a bitch
Wrong or right, don't regret nothin' I ever did, 9 times out of 10 I burnt down the bridge
Fuck him, let his mom'nem love him, but she prolly don't either
Daddy pissed off 'cause he raised him a wiener
Should have open a smoke shop and buy the arena
Lil' bro get paid to turn niggas to reefer
Closed casket, nigga can't see him, John Cena
Knock 'em all off before they get issues
And fuck a rap nigga, bitch, I'on wanna mingle
Not unless you tryna push my new single
I seen you rap niggas jump from dick to dick to dick
Just like a diva, just like a thot bitch, just like a eater
Put that Glock to his head, make him go in that goyard bag and give that shit up like Caresha
Nigga, I'm gettin' crazy bread, hold off on Marinara, my pockets filled up with Lil' Caesars
I can go to the bank and walk out with some cheese sticks
Once the Chop' get dirty it's a Slim Jim beef stick
You can keep all the love, you can keep all the fake shit, like, I'm constipated, bitch, I'll never need shit
Walk around with a life vest on and a pair with some floaties, I threw on my bling, it's sea sick
When this shit fall, who the fuck you gon' call? Ain't nobody to call, better swim or you'll sink in it
Okay, Gramz
