Falling
Verbz & Mr Slipz feat. Melanin 9
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Observations laid down from blocks vacant
Cops waiting for shots made from ace
On scales to rock states with what?
Anything to chase papers
I chase patience, young niggas chase paigons from past situations
Fast living on pavements where some rest
As the sun sets, another son's left
A glum death in the slums, get
Wear, tryna put down the chef for all the guns, get
Pressure from the jump, it's tense in the summer months
Kept the blunt lit, and worried less once the lungs hit
Some dipped, or carried drugs out the cunch quick
Some switched, I tell 'em "watch who you run with"
Snakes in the garden get 'em cut quick
My tongue spits that shit that you fuck with
It's just a bit of all that I grew up with
At times I was tryna find myself and I was stuck in
The finer wealth and all that I was lusting
I never rocked designer bluffs at no functions
But been accustomed to these customs like it's nothing
And I'm a product of more than a skunk puffing
Me and my bruddas on the come up like we rushing
These words are for discussion, true I write what's real
Scribbling the scripts to what my mind reveals
And time will heal, kind yet inclined to kill
If you're tryna stop mine or my guys, it's real
Still, live in film how I spill words
Capture worth in the real like Spielberg
Capture worth in the real
Ay yo time spent in cells stacks up funds and gun stats
Young akhs buss off macs, licking blunt wraps
Plead bail to meet a scale sit between their rucksacks
Crack between their rippled jaw bones beneath their skull caps
I scribble formats for cash, duffel bags stacked on my thorax
In cabs splashed off the north map
Chains beneath velour hats, flats navy green walls
Cracked with taps, feds patched a case with a force clap
Liquor on floors splashing paint shadows
Play with mourners for mistake gallows who play with ammo
Benz plates trace through nanos, grey apparel
Blades shaped like ancient arrows, ducking fed cases, paro
Blunt fowls with their aim up, embrace the barrel
Lit his fade up, fiends with vein cuts and stained gravels
I watch the earth spin like dice where the snakes gamble
Seen through opaque lens, mind's on insane travels