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]

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