Fall

You know, everybody's been tellin' me What they think about me for the last few months (It's too loud) Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too loud

Freeze my crown all up in it Slow fire Don't fall on my face Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate Don't fall on my

Gotta concentrate against the clock I race Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape Guess I got a chronic case And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" One last time for Charlemagne If my response is late, it's just how long it takes To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away

These rappers are like Hunger Games One minute, they're mocking Jay Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then they copy Drake Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate I call it "Walk on Water" gate I've had as much as I can tolerate I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once You wanted, Shady? You got it!

Don't fall on my face (Yuh) Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!) Don't fall on my faith, oh (Bbrrr) Don't fall on my fate Look

Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it Or have his body baggage zipped The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted like you had it When you thought you had me slippin' at the telly Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot

Lacking with it, "He ain't spittin' like this in his last shit" Hoe, you better go back and listen You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow up, let up Call it traps 'cause it's a total setup Hopin' that you rappers fall in that Dre said, "Hold your head up" Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition Slap the clip and cock it back on competition This is how I shot a head (Pew)