Fallen

[Intro] Uh Jimmie, yo Craven, yeah Uh [Verse] We all tryna do better News editors called us superpredators Consignment, block niggas, where my creditors? Consealed weapons, steppin', no pedicures Trauma can't be measured Played with ARs way before the metaverse Can't get some work, so we get some work Sit down in the trap and we let 'em serve If a chick mundanе, right, she's gettin' swervеd (She's gettin' swerved) If she can fetch a bird, she can get the bird Smokin' green herb from the earth, you niggas is turfed Fake shit, we shake bricks, like some nerds Crunchin' numbers, we got off the curb Shots echo like a reverb Only half of what you see and nothing that you heard And stop repeatin' what you readin' in the burbs Turn it down, don't let it burn She can taste me when she burps They spread the germ and they sperm, I am disturbed Was a dirt kid with ringworm "It's the principle" in the words of Big Worm Unless you a black chick, you don't want your wig permed Put niggas in the suit, like Mr. Stern (Like Mr. Stern) Really not my concern if they missed your turn My lady brought you kids to term, you got some nerve Hope you are the first to disperse Or end up feet first in that hearse It's like my people are cursed, uh [Outro] I was hungry It was— that you knew me well I was hungry It was— that you knew me well I was— fallin' from the curb Fallin' from the curb