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