I Won’t Fall

[Profit Prophet]

Piggie

Yeah!

Hop on this track, that’s right I’m back
Got my money in a stack, uh
No Cadillac, no lookin’ back
Gotta keep lookin’ ahead, uh
Nobody’s dead, uh
Now your face lookin red, uh
Just tryna make this bread, uh
I know I’m gonna end up dead, uh

Let ‘em joke, let ‘em hate
Let ‘em wish, net go swish
Everybody wanna be me, you wish
Everybody wanna see me, who this?
Stop callin’ my phone

This ain’t a joke, I’ll call it a warning
For when you wake up in the morning
You gonna act like I’m gonna back down?
I ain’t gonna back down
How ‘bout I just read you a story, cause you need a nap now
I’m ‘bout to snap now, how ‘bout you just run a lap now

(WARNING)

At least I’m showing you I can rap now
I’m gonna get my man on the trap now
You cannot talk crap now
I’ll be like “yo, what?, when?, how?”
I’ll be like “Wow, are you gonna try to come back from that somehow?”
Plannin’ a feature, but it didn’t work out
And i’m better without a doubt, I’ll take the free clout
My man was in a drought, not like I’ll pout, what are you talkin’ about?
I’m gonna shout (shout)

This ain’t a joke, I’ll call it a warning
For when you wake up in the morning
You gonna act like I’m gonna back down?
I ain’t gonna back down
How ‘bout I just read you a story, cause you need a nap now
I’m ‘bout to snap now, how ‘bout you just run a lap now
But now, I’m on the top, nobody can stop
How bout I send you that money through AirDrop? Look at you, teardrop
Ball like I’m A.I., You’re stuck in a dream, your jumpshot’s a meme
Turned down the NBA so I could sing, I don’t need a ring
Thinkin’ I made a mistake? Wrong
Got flow like a rap song, I don’t need a Patek to keep money long
Feel like the fourth dimension singing this song
Feel like a nursery caring for y’all
And since I’m the King, I ain’t gonna fall. (never)
In the season of fall, merry-go-round like a ball
I’m feelin’ so tall, so don’t let me fall
Singin’ for decades ahead of y’all, imagine 2052
Hope that I’m dead? Unlucky for you
I’m still with the crew, I’m still writin’ raps on the daily
Producers tryna pay me, they say that I ruined the rap game, but you can’t blame me!

Hop on this track, that’s right I’m back
Got my money in a stack, uh
No Cadillac, no lookin’ back
Gotta keep lookin’ ahead, uh
Nobody’s dead, uh
Now your face lookin red, uh
Just tryna make this bread, uh
I know I’m gonna end up dead, uh

Let ‘em joke, let ‘em hate
Let ‘em wish, net go swish
Everybody wanna be me, you wish
Everybody wanna see me, who this?
Stop callin’ my phone

WARNING

Keep the hate comin’

(Piggie out)