All Falls Down (Prod. auguxt)
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Lyrics:
I’ll still drop 50 on your head, don’t get it confused, I did it amused at these kidding fools, hitting tools up like guns spray the way to handle beef, tons may go cray wit’ that scandal, brief ascension, long ending, grief, the tension, strong mending tried to get to, but lied cause what do people do, head back to it, I dread the wack pew pew shit, I pow pow wit’ my tools, I schools these fools wit’ a screwdriver, how now ya do live I do liver, true giver of food for thought or drink like a blue river, good, ya caught how my tools are of a trade instead, I think to stop the violence and silence that pop is a grade ahead of the no love, mass killings, pass chillings to the next one, no flex when we be dying, denying my tool box is crazy, I got tape measures, I shape pleasures wit’ my mischief just humor like cartoons, this def’ no rumor, I spar goons wit’ the harpoons, but mine don’t hurt, won’t dirt dig and dox and the young sprung shit, I insert big facts into my venue of thinking through, I done shit off loft from the bottom to top, off craft I drop, but don’t get it confused, 50 on your head still, nifty wit’ more cred, real, cred from my own belief, known the chief is me and leaf, even if late bloomer you can turn, watch the man burn, believing now in his fate he ran, spurn the minds of likewise and not, united the globe, a strobe of light on each plight and reach might, on the mic, skies the limit, don’t dim it, ya vision, my mission when All Falls Down is to get up, try again, y’all walls frown if you try to fence me into ‘em, the set up I don’t buy again, hence we been through ‘em, so I know the back door, I lack pure hatred, I just got love, trust from above that this is sacred.
Twitter/X: therealahype1
TikTok: therealahype
Bluesky: therealahype
Music on all platforms under A Hype
Lyrics:
I’ll still drop 50 on your head, don’t get it confused, I did it amused at these kidding fools, hitting tools up like guns spray the way to handle beef, tons may go cray wit’ that scandal, brief ascension, long ending, grief, the tension, strong mending tried to get to, but lied cause what do people do, head back to it, I dread the wack pew pew shit, I pow pow wit’ my tools, I schools these fools wit’ a screwdriver, how now ya do live I do liver, true giver of food for thought or drink like a blue river, good, ya caught how my tools are of a trade instead, I think to stop the violence and silence that pop is a grade ahead of the no love, mass killings, pass chillings to the next one, no flex when we be dying, denying my tool box is crazy, I got tape measures, I shape pleasures wit’ my mischief just humor like cartoons, this def’ no rumor, I spar goons wit’ the harpoons, but mine don’t hurt, won’t dirt dig and dox and the young sprung shit, I insert big facts into my venue of thinking through, I done shit off loft from the bottom to top, off craft I drop, but don’t get it confused, 50 on your head still, nifty wit’ more cred, real, cred from my own belief, known the chief is me and leaf, even if late bloomer you can turn, watch the man burn, believing now in his fate he ran, spurn the minds of likewise and not, united the globe, a strobe of light on each plight and reach might, on the mic, skies the limit, don’t dim it, ya vision, my mission when All Falls Down is to get up, try again, y’all walls frown if you try to fence me into ‘em, the set up I don’t buy again, hence we been through ‘em, so I know the back door, I lack pure hatred, I just got love, trust from above that this is sacred.
