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Falling Skies

J. Crum
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I ain't got no fear for no man my haters pro stans Dap me up while at my programs taxed by the doorman Skills twice as good as most man I'm ya favorite Post man Special deliveries with both hands that'll ruin your plans They told me Im never gonna reach these goals You talk a big game lil buddy don't choke Aiming too high man just play your role Life's too low for me reach these hopes Already know how these things go Stay up in my lane paint these van goes Theres peace in pain that's the thing i chose No defeat for the g cuz the king he rose I be that handsome whipper snapper that be rapping on the regular Nappy hair having causing havoc for competitors Black and educated eloquent in my vernacular Wifey way too bad had to curtain call the bachelor In the past I been a bastard now I walk as an ambassador Dark skinned Fred Astaire steady sliding down banister Felt a couple shots but boy you need a bigger caliber The kid is built tough won't catch me dodging any challengers No where to run under these falling skies But still i rise still I rise Storms of life will make you slip and slide But still I climb still I climb Ain't nothing you can do to hold us down Ain't nothing you can do to hold us down You don't wanna see what happens in my cerebellum You just want some entertainment at ya kid reception You really just want that fried chicken and watermelon Throw gang signs out the window while riding around with felons Your motives hellish why you embellish for currency Currently cousins dying I'm encouraging some urgency White shirt converted burgundy My heart is burdened determined to show you purpose b look past the surface b Don't mind the third degree reverse the curse fore it's curtains Before the symptoms worsen search for life within his verses Promise certain watch him change ya heart just like he was a surgeon These suburban rappers have ya broken body whippin hearses Sick of these trash can rappers asking where my blue check Busy grinding for a real one you verified on some food stamps Plus the hands is too fast who got ya boys too gassed My 16's outlast ya deuce deuce my legacy too vast No where to run under these falling skies But still i rise still I rise Storms of life will make you slip and slide But still I climb still I climb Ain't nothing you can do to hold us down Ain't nothing you can do to hold us down