[Hook: Bilal]
I know I shouldn’t've did that
I know it's gon' come right back
I know it's gon' destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away
But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable that I'm... (Fallin')
[Verse 1: Maserati Rick Jr.]
Do I got the face of a stranger
Or the face of a gangster
Who wanna be gangsta?
Do you wanna be gangsta?
I wanna be gangsta, but why?
Probably cause my old dude did it
But he finished it and he died
But could it be for me?
Or do I wear the same pants and shoes and he?
Do I do it for a cause and effects?
This game I'm in, it's a mess
Everyday it's mo’ stress
But the picture paintеd best
The frame is bеnt, I still paint it
So.. I can't blame him
So I just gotta thank him
It could be me, slinging the crack, infatuated with block labor
And making my name famous
Maybe I invest in the game
But I put mo’ in the game
And then I got me some change
But the game been changed
And the shit ain't the same
[Hook: Bilal]
I know I shouldn’t've did that
I know it's gon' come right back
I know it's gon' destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away
But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable that I'm... (Fallin')
[Verse 2: Maserati Rick Jr.]
Man, the game so fucked up.. ain't no fixin'
Niggas still bullshittin'
Still don't get it
I used to tell my niggas, but they ain't wanna listen
They wasn't trynna hear me, now it got me on a mission
I ain't tryna be the best rapper, I'm just chillin'
Spittin', so don't make bars
'Cause nigga, I'll break 'em
And go and get your best rappers, I'll take 'em
Down with no punchline
Niggas better wake up for the food 'cause it's crunch time
Must be starvin’, still stuck in the lunch line
I blow trees, letting steam off of my yacht
Better jump, ship or drown 'cause I'm not
Never fall down off my high horse, watch
Time to go back, fallin', fallin'
Down by the side, y’all ballin'? How?
[Hook: Bilal]
I know I shouldn’t've did that
I know it's gon' come right back
I know it's gon' destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away
But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it
It's inevitable that I'm... (Fallin')
[Verse 3: Maserati Rick Jr.]
The game y'all play so fake, I just put the truth in it
See me at the park chillin'
If it ain't the Bennett, I ain't in it
If it really ain't the Maserati, won't see me in it
If it ain't the old school whip, I don't even want it
On some old school shit
Screwed up or chopped up
From Houston, the South’s up
Now I'm up
Detroit niggas cold
I spit with my mob closed
And I don't give a fuck, we from living the outdoors
To living the indoors
You live with your kinfolk
Yo sistah a nympho
I been on the block though
I been in the streets too
Lived there and wash
And I've been in some free hoes
I stay with the free hoe
Been known to keep dough
Mouth never leak and my city? It be cold
No salt in my game, so my story could be told fa’sho
READ MORE ABOUT MASERATI RICK JR.