Never Fall Off

[Intro: Curren$y] Eastside just like every time It's on thirteens, hella clean You know it's mine, yeah [Chorus: Jermaine Duper & Curren$y] I raise my hand to the Lord I raise my right hand to the Lord I pray I never fall off I pray I never fall off I wish the same for my dawgs I wish the same for my dawgs Money won't break us apart Money won't break us apart Them hoes gon' fuck on us all Them hoes gon' fuck on us all We don't argue over no broads So we don't argue over no broads I'm in this Maybach sparked I'm in my Maybach sparked I'm here talkin' to God I'm sittin' in here talkin' to God, alright [Verse 1: Curren$y] Bought 'em in Autumn It was summеrtime before thе streets saw 'em, I'm awesome Glass overflowin', keep pourin', nigga We bosses, fools over there lookin' exhausted Boy, they lost it, our shit enormous, multiple garages High performance, compound heavily guarded You gotta run the Gauntlet if you really want it, homie Bunch of Phantoms and Ghosts, bro Your road is haunted I put Forgiatos on my truck, put some holy water on it when I washed it Temperature drop due to my watch, the thermometer popped They said jams we cookin' up was too hot Wether or not they can handle it, we still handin' it out Real niggas down south papered up without a doubt [Chorus: Jermaine Duper & Curren$y] I raise my hand to the Lord I raise my right hand to the Lord I pray I never fall off I pray I never fall off I wish the same for my dawgs I wish the same for my dawgs Money won't break us apart Money won't break us apart Them hoes gon' fuck on us all Them hoes gon' fuck on us all We don't argue over no broads So we don't argue over no broads I'm in this Maybach sparked I'm in my Maybach sparked I'm here talkin' to God I'm sittin' in here— [Verse 2: T.I.] It's the King bitch Let's get this straight, I'ma get this cake Give a damn if a nigga have to flip this weight You know TIP bought gas, never hit-hit brakes If he did, then it must have been a big mistake What a big disgrace, for goodness sake I decorate her pretty face Yeah, yo' bitch know how this dick taste I penetrate her pearly gates In a world of hate, I got love and respect in abundance She try me, may peace be upon him Word to Muhammad Promise your head'll be hunted It won't even cost me a hunnid Came up in the 90s, was listenin' to Chronic Was smokin' with Dr. Dre, ain't that ironic? My life is iconic (Yup) Atlanta, I run it (Facts) I set the bar so high, my shit be so fye When I post it, don't notice you commentin' up under it These nigga be frontin' (Yeah) But they ain't on nothin' (Nah) They can say what they want, but they know I'm in touch with who steppin' on somethin' and I'm pushin' the button I'm a Atlanta G with a strategy Need far where the sight gotta be Sound like a fuck nigga fantasy Even then, nigga, bet they had to be Call ace and deuces, I support Boosie Don't cop deuces, ain't no excuses My progess is where my proof is Anybody get it, don't think you excluded I'm a cash getter, you an ass better We'll violate you then laugh after I'm a whole stepper, you a half stepper Go do my dirt, take a bath after Used to sell dope to the damn pastor Turn the wrong page, it be ya last chapter, my n— [Chorus: Jermaine Duper & Curren$y] I raise my hand to the Lord I raise my right hand to the Lord I pray I never fall off Prayin' I never fall off I wish the same for my dawgs I wish the same for my dawgs Money won't break us apart Money won't break us apart Them hoes gon' fuck on us all Them hoes gon' fuck on us all We don't argue over no broads We won't argue over no broads I'm in this Maybach sparked I'm sittin' in my Maybach sparked I'm here talkin' to God I'm in here rappin' to God [Outro: Jermaine Dupri] Alright Alright