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Thou Shall Not Fall (Produced by The Klasix)

[Verse 1]

Look, I'm on a war path

Tell the opposition

Naw keep it to yourself, 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 jewels on cause 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 tools

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 backed out I guess niggas pumped sense in him

They went and 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

Hit Jin asked him if he digested his food smooth

How you beef with Joey?

They're queers without ears to say he ain't show out of fear

He clear scared of the old me

The nerve of the young folk

Yosemite Sam is getting gun ho

Nigga bank account got one "O"

He could snort lines with his dick it 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 checkI 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 backpacker

Some vengefulness in me

But I'm no backstabber

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 think she got some self

worth because her ass' fatter

I told her give yourself the ace you sew

Next time they chain you up you

could break 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

Accept your short comings baby

They gone make you whole

I'm gone

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