Thou Shall Not Fall lyrics

[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 sh*t
But a bad b*tch
Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average
If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga to strong
I think n*ggas 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 f*ck off I won't mention him
Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him
Phonte back out I guess n*gga 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
n*gga bank account got one o
He could snort lines with his di*k 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 sh*t
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
n*ggas 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
n*gga 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