Thou Shall Not Fall

[Verse 1]

Look I'm on a war path

Tell the opposition

Naw keep it to your self, I'm my only competition

But keep the hate coming

I love the criticism

But understand I'm successful by my own admission

I never had shit

But a bad bitch

Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average

If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses

A dust head nigga from jerz I wouldn't grasp it

Questions you can ask it

Teamed up with the Klasix

Working on a classic, smash hits, and that's it

Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle

Newport in my mouth with two g's on the buckle

Got more now than them few g's when I hustle

Spanish broad with them two d's like I love you

But sexy lady it was nice to know you gotta move on

They can't chink my armor a nigga to strong

I think niggas is shady but the proofs gone

I put the jewls on case fools thought it was gone you've been warned

[Verse 2]

I tried to told dudes way back in 02

That eventually the game would go back to being soul food

I mean soulful while everything is woeful

I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tool

But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him

Fell the fuck off I won't mention him

Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him

Phonte back out I guess nigga pumped sense in him

They went in pumped slugs in my little brother

But dog I still love little brother

This other guy ain't know whose dude

Got glued to you tube I hit Jin asked him if he digested his food smooth

How you beef with Joey did queer with out ears to say he ain't show out of fear

Heathcliff ain't scared of the hoagie

The nerve of the young fork

Yosemite Sam is getting gun ho

Nigga bank account got one o

He could snort lines with his dick and won't come dope

They stringing you along

Don't take it and try to jump rope

Dog this how you know you shouldn't feel glory

Cause I ain't even show and end up being the story I'm sorry

[Verse 3]

Mic check

I need it to be known

I'm grown

I'm on some next shit

I'm thinking oil money, Texas

Not a necklace

You gotta to shot at mom dukes

Before the techs spit

I don't go out looking for drama like the feds did

Music with a message

But I'm no back packer

Some vengefulness in me

But I'm no back stabber

No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her

I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster

Was insecure growing up

Niggas laughed at her

Now she things she got some self worth because her ass' fatter

I told her give yourself the hay suss so

Next time that chain you up you can brake through those

Nigga call you out your name mommy break dude nose

Gotta get you where you going might take you slow

Maybe bend

But never let'em make you fold

Except your short coming baby

They gone make you whole

I'm gone