Falling

Falling, Falling, Falling, Falling
I’m  Falling
He  just told my honey
You’re as cold as see saw
All that sass and a burning up this bitch
I  made off
Came  from a different world
When I petitioned girls
My  whole conversation
Consists of solicitation
Raised in the element with colors prevalent
Prada evidence
Alcoholic  hella bit
Going great on this table
With a stripper chick
Fuck it we gonna make it black
Like black licorice
Sweet as fuck
Bust all three hoes
I’m gonna beat em up
Needing confirmation
In these phrases
But I”m just eaten up
Wars and burns
On a booth call it
Devil’s lair
Gotta ride on a king’s diss again
Cavalier
He knows that my black ass
Shouldn’t a had a fear
Now I’m looking at the maggot
Shit, that was last year

I’m rich now
But that don’t mean it’s
Mascara for men and
Dressing us like a bitch now

We in the west nigga
We have paid pride
We smoke the best nigga
We aim high
Act a motherfucking fool cuz
Ain’t no thing
It’s cool
Blue skies rule
Ain’t no thing

Let me take you niggas back
To Stacy Adams and Levis
Pendletons and Dog Pats
Yes we kept it G Fly
Hosting on the corner
Niggas talking
What htey hitting for
Call to Ole E
Marvin bumping out the ‘64
Licking up the cheese man
He got big dope
Well known
I was running with the Crips though
Young knucklehead
Nutty nigga wanna gang bang
He more than six dudes
Taught me how to slang cane
He gave me a sack
I dumped it and brought it back
Then I went to buck and doubled up
Shit
I’m trying to bubble up
You ain’t knowing how this tale unfolds
The cold thing about it
I was only 12 years old
Look at momma caught a 10th case
So they sent her upstate
Whole situation
Only made it by God’s grace
And the most ghetto children
Been thorugh the same stuff
Stuff is on the east but the west is where
I came up

We the west nigga
We hang Glocks
We smoke the best nigga
We slang cocks
Act a motherfucking fool cuz
Ain’t no thing
Get screwed blue skies rule
Ain’t no thing

Back in it west
Winning with the homie Knocc
To be off on in the east or not
I bet this shit gonna knocc
Don’t throw anything slang
But the flow prop
A cool beat
But always cheated from old jock

So look me in the eye
And witness all this hitching
So much to sanitize
Or my heart needs a cleansing

Last and somewhere lost
In all this ammunition
Ten year disease
So I’ll be damned to have a pot to piss in

Khakis in the cul de sacks
Keep a sack a quarter back
I’m in a stadium
Where them yankees posted at
Wishing fat was here
To watch him sea walk
Learn to keep your ears peeled
When the G talk
Kids beat the cracker
So I’m known to keep a throw away
Real gangstas paradise
Eazy E’s protege

Hub city native
And wayne nothing to play with
Send the brass to the sky
For the many who didn’t make it

Burning round and round
Broken down
Spinning on the ground
Make it easy
In the head
And i’m falling
Falling