Legend Of The Fall Offs

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Yeah I know
 A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me
 You see - I'm that nigga that you should really be afraid of
 I dig graves for niggaz like you
 We gon' get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it
 Do you ever think (do you ever think)
 What life would be (what life would be)
 Where you will go (where will you go)
 After you die (after you die)
 Do you ever think (do you ever think)
 What life would be (what life would be)
 Where you will go (where will you go)
 After you die (after you die)
 You fucked up nigga!
 You know that when that time comes and nobody is checkin
 And everything you had is gone in the split of a second
 That's when it starts hittin the fan and it gets real in this bitch
 Just face the fact your shit's a wrap and you gotta deal with the shit
 Despite I talk about it, I ain't makin fun of them niggaz
 I give thanks cause I've been blessed and I ain't one of them niggaz
 Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect
 that shit around you is lookin dumb, it's gettin hard to accept it
 Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile
 Disregarding the fact your running's been done for a while
 Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child
 Continue frontin, like it's nothin while you live in denial
 While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place
 You overexert the little you have left to save face
 You tryin to hide your expression from lookin worried
 on what to do when your career is buried
 Do you ever think (do you ever think)
 What life would be (what life would be)
 Where you will go (where will you go)
 After you die (after you die)
 Do you ever think (do you ever think)
 What life would be (what life would be)
 Where you will go (where will you go)
 After you die (after you die)
 Niggaz ain't GIVIN a fuck about your flows no more
 You ain't the star you were, fuckin the same hoes no more
 Promoters ain't payin and bookin you for shows no more
 You ain't whippin the Range, you ain't whippin a Rolls no more
 Reality starts to settle in, you're sweatin every wake up
 You're broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to Jacob
 You run around and you front like you're still on fire
 But nobody believes you; and now you live as a liar
 You're onnly lyin to yourself cause it's evident in the proof
 As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth
 You're still holdin on to them days when everything was about you
 But niggaz don't even remember you enough to just shout you
 I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully
 The problem was you didn't know when to bow out gracefully
 Once told, never burn out, it's best to fade away
 Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day
 People see you and it's bugged that you mean nothin
 You doin shit and front to prove to people you mean somethin
 It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in
 You step to the door of the club and see that you ain't gettin in
 Forgettin you a man first, chasin the fame
 Got to remember, morals and principles, reppin your name proper
 but most niggaz don't, and they whole life hurried
 What do you do when your career is buried
 Do you ever think (do you ever think)
 What life would be (what life would be)
 Where you will go (where will you go)
 After you die (after you die)
 Do you ever think (do you ever think)
 What life would be (what life would be)
 Where you will go (where will you go)
 After you die (after you die)
 Okay
 I told you we was gonna get more acquainted
 at a time when you least expect it nigga
 I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all
 You've been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that shit
 But it's okay
 Nigga shut the FUCK UP AND GET IN THE BOX NIGGA! (WAIT! Please!)
 It was custom built for all niggaz like you
 You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up
 (Stop! BITCH!) See you in the afterlife nigga (Wait! HELP!)
 WHEVER THE FUCK THAT IS! (SOMEBODY HELP!)
 (I CAN'T BREATHE, NIGGA!)
 (OPEN THIS SHIT NIGGA!)
 (OPEN THIS SHIT!)
 (OPEN THIS SHIT!)
 (SOMEBODY HELP! HEY!)
 (OPEN THIS SHIT MOTHERFUCKER WHAT YOU DOIN)
 (OPEN IT!)
 

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Duration
04:40
Key
1
Tempo
90 BPM

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