Fall from Grace - Sylvan Lacue

Nah, I don’t feel the pressure from you niggas

Started from the bottom, told my mama give me two and I’ma turn it into bigger

Fuck about a squad, you should know the name

Same pimpin', on the prowl for the crown, no differ

All day nigga

Took a little while, now they wanna see the crowd roll out for deliver

Who you with, who you with?

Who you with, who you with?

Who you with, who you with?

Walk up in this bitch

Blessings on the neck, feeling like I touched down for the ship

Stressing over what?

What competition,?

I could barely pay attention, nigga stay in your place

All I see is fuck nigga’s filling my space

You know I don’t give a fuck, why you still in my face?

Everybody wanna play

Fuck it, I’m done with them crutches

Fuck all the assumptions

Funny how niggas turn on you as soon as you call out their bluffing

Man, what’s with the fronting?

I be that living example of doing whatever it takes

Young Sammy So, when I step to the plate

Pulling up in that bitch you ain’t got what it takes

I need sushi & steak

You should be honored I’m great

Bitch I’m beyond what the rank

Got no time for the fake

Too busy ducking your queen

She don’t why I won’t bait

I asked you to please excuse me from the fuckery

It’s bad enough can’t nobody fuck with me

I gave time, niggas had luxury

Now you motherfuckers stuck with me

So Help me God

I lost my way

Don’t let me fall

Won’t fall from grace

Thy kingdom come

Your will be done

I’ve seen my lows

No I won’t run

So help me God

Why I gotta be the one, why they gotta put me to the test

I just don’t want the commas and the check

Nigga, what threat?

These niggas been gassed, I just figured don’t adress

No stress for the best

Talk about it for a sec

You know the game fucked when there’s only three kings, ain’t nobody playing

chess

Coming for their neck

You know I got that chip on my shoulder, my nigga don’t let me catch wreck

Who you with, who you with?

Who you with, who you with?

You know I don’t give a shit

Followed by the leader

Liquor by the liter

Juan keep a millimeter, gotta keep 'em from the heater

Yeah, that’s a two-seater

Bruce Wayne beamer rolling with some Nitty Scott’s & a couple

Bad Trina’s

Off key in the back trying to be Beyonce

You know a nigga down with Tinashe

Peep how I’m showing you up

Funny you calling my bluff

I told nigga we could get this money we just gotta be about it

They ain’t wanna stick around for the cut

Now I gotta give a fuck

Shucks, you missed your turn

Everything written I’ve earned I’m surrounded by frauds

Love to come at you with rumors

The fuck told you you was involved, man I put that on God, dog

Peep how that revenue come at you stupid

When shit gets the best of you, I pray for guidance

5,000 dollars could send me right back to

My mommas in silence

But fuck it I’m wyyling

If thy cometh at me with silliness

Lord knoweth not who they dealing with

Fuck that progressive shit

Rat-tat-tat-tat to your squad

Nigga thats what I call heaven sent