Ransom - Fallin lyrics
[Ransom - Fallin lyrics]
Notice her finer qualities
The magic of her rare personality
Bound to fall in love bound, bound
Julius Caesar with a Caesar
I accepted the throne
Jesus Christ on the cross
I was pelted with stones
Sell you a poem so intense
It'll melt the uphol'
Been to Hell and back
On the Jack in the cell on the phone
You can tell that I've grown
No more shells in the chrome
Was always a diamond in the
Rough like Sierra Leone
Wait until a couple years
And them felonies gone
Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity door
These niggas coon, shuck and jive
Ain't concerned with the ghetto
Illuminati celebrities who worship the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin' smack back in nine-deuce
Before Puff Daddy yellin', "Shyne, shoot!"
J-Lo in the truck, screaming, "Vamoose!"
I ain't tryna let them find proof
That's what crime do
Ten years later, lettin' Shyne loose
Read between the lines
Gotta get the fine proof fast forward
Now these niggas paintin' fingernails
You know them people love to
See a nigga frail i'm tired of chasing all
Them seven-figure trails
I'm just tryna duck the haters
Tryna see a nigga fail muhammad the Great
Formerly known as Kid Cassius
The soul of a dead slave
Killed in six slashes
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for the deaf and blind
Even the critics and the
Doubters gotta press rewind
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
These stories you will marvel over
Open my diaries
The visions of a fallen soldier
Follow the leader
Turn a skeptic into a believer
I am a leader to the
Desperate and to the beleaguered
I am a leader to the reckless
The death of a preacher
Who's left in the bleachers? Get respect
Like I stepped in for Jeter
Take a bow, Mr nichols, you are legendary
Considerin' that your future is
Still a cemetery sick in the head
My mama say it's hereditary
I'm dead already
Don't gotta say what has been said already
Her teacher deep in the Serengeti
Teachin' them kids how to live
And avoid the seven deadly
Sins, a disciple in black Timbs
What Michael was back then
With rifles and MAC-10s
Who am I kiddin' though?
I'm just another nigga, bro
Even been to prison
Convicted felon and criminal
You can't doubt the talent
The wisdom, knowledge, or vision though
I'm just tryna balance the
Little dollars I'm given, bro
Ten years ago
The pain was just a lil' different
Now, my glory seems just a lil' distant
Eliminatin' the enemies what I'm known for
I got friends I don't even
Pick up the phone for
The love for provin' people wrong
Is just keepin' me livin'
Tellin' me what I'd never do
Is just keepin' me driven
What a catastrophe
I'm drastically iller than half of
These niggas surpassin' me
Pain & Glory, the masterpiece
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for the deaf and blind
Even the critics and the
Doubters gotta press rewind
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
These stories you will marvel over
Open my diaries
The visions of a fallen soldier
Man, man, I'm telling you, papi
And I wanna get this
Uh this organization started with you
Only we can do it, let me tell you the idea
Alright, it's like, where we start
This, like, youth league, right?
Like football league, basketball, football
I mean, basketball, football
Softball for girls and boys
I'ma get all the rappers to adopt a team
Each rapper has his own team Coolio have
His team, Trap have his team
I have my team and we play
And the rappers the one that put the
Money up, we get to see it, we play
We have like
The churches come out and sell food
We have the fathers and the uncles and
All the men in the community
They do security
They get they respect back for
The kids and everything
Then, we have the FOI come out
We got the deacons from the church
They do security and we just play football
Baseball, you know
Get that community spirit going again
Then on the weekends, we have block parties
Every rapper gotta get up, every rapper
Nigga if you got a record out, you
Gotta get up for us
You gotta come do a free show for the hood
And it's like a lil' tour
So we do that and we get
All the communities back together
I'm talking to Al Sharpton about this
Some other motherfuckers with some power
And then when we do that
We register the voters
And if we can register
'em for Democrats, Republican
Or Independent
Once we register the voters, we have power
The magic of her rare personality
Bound to fall in love bound, bound
Julius Caesar with a Caesar
I accepted the throne
Jesus Christ on the cross
I was pelted with stones
Sell you a poem so intense
It'll melt the uphol'
Been to Hell and back
On the Jack in the cell on the phone
You can tell that I've grown
No more shells in the chrome
Was always a diamond in the
Rough like Sierra Leone
Wait until a couple years
And them felonies gone
Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity door
These niggas coon, shuck and jive
Ain't concerned with the ghetto
Illuminati celebrities who worship the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin' smack back in nine-deuce
Before Puff Daddy yellin', "Shyne, shoot!"
J-Lo in the truck, screaming, "Vamoose!"
I ain't tryna let them find proof
That's what crime do
Ten years later, lettin' Shyne loose
Read between the lines
Gotta get the fine proof fast forward
Now these niggas paintin' fingernails
You know them people love to
See a nigga frail i'm tired of chasing all
Them seven-figure trails
I'm just tryna duck the haters
Tryna see a nigga fail muhammad the Great
Formerly known as Kid Cassius
The soul of a dead slave
Killed in six slashes
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for the deaf and blind
Even the critics and the
Doubters gotta press rewind
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
These stories you will marvel over
Open my diaries
The visions of a fallen soldier
Follow the leader
Turn a skeptic into a believer
I am a leader to the
Desperate and to the beleaguered
I am a leader to the reckless
The death of a preacher
Who's left in the bleachers? Get respect
Like I stepped in for Jeter
Take a bow, Mr nichols, you are legendary
Considerin' that your future is
Still a cemetery sick in the head
My mama say it's hereditary
I'm dead already
Don't gotta say what has been said already
Her teacher deep in the Serengeti
Teachin' them kids how to live
And avoid the seven deadly
Sins, a disciple in black Timbs
What Michael was back then
With rifles and MAC-10s
Who am I kiddin' though?
I'm just another nigga, bro
Even been to prison
Convicted felon and criminal
You can't doubt the talent
The wisdom, knowledge, or vision though
I'm just tryna balance the
Little dollars I'm given, bro
Ten years ago
The pain was just a lil' different
Now, my glory seems just a lil' distant
Eliminatin' the enemies what I'm known for
I got friends I don't even
Pick up the phone for
The love for provin' people wrong
Is just keepin' me livin'
Tellin' me what I'd never do
Is just keepin' me driven
What a catastrophe
I'm drastically iller than half of
These niggas surpassin' me
Pain & Glory, the masterpiece
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for the deaf and blind
Even the critics and the
Doubters gotta press rewind
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
These stories you will marvel over
Open my diaries
The visions of a fallen soldier
Man, man, I'm telling you, papi
And I wanna get this
Uh this organization started with you
Only we can do it, let me tell you the idea
Alright, it's like, where we start
This, like, youth league, right?
Like football league, basketball, football
I mean, basketball, football
Softball for girls and boys
I'ma get all the rappers to adopt a team
Each rapper has his own team Coolio have
His team, Trap have his team
I have my team and we play
And the rappers the one that put the
Money up, we get to see it, we play
We have like
The churches come out and sell food
We have the fathers and the uncles and
All the men in the community
They do security
They get they respect back for
The kids and everything
Then, we have the FOI come out
We got the deacons from the church
They do security and we just play football
Baseball, you know
Get that community spirit going again
Then on the weekends, we have block parties
Every rapper gotta get up, every rapper
Nigga if you got a record out, you
Gotta get up for us
You gotta come do a free show for the hood
And it's like a lil' tour
So we do that and we get
All the communities back together
I'm talking to Al Sharpton about this
Some other motherfuckers with some power
And then when we do that
We register the voters
And if we can register
'em for Democrats, Republican
Or Independent
Once we register the voters, we have power