Legends Of The Fall (Prod. by Eric G.) - Rapsody

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Eric G

Cultural varying

One Love for black music

Jamla is the squad

Well Alright

These are the Brad Pitts

Legends of fall fall

Thinking of Michael and Whitney burns me like alcohol

Every night momma call, giving me more advice

Things in media got her fearing my music life

All of the bright lights, all of the fallen stars

Pray for the black kids all the leaders they grew up on

Moving along fast, feeling like day fast

Digesting’s a hard task, all I want is our music back

Reagan Era dope rap, Mercedes to Maybach

Black rappers unless we gon' keep to drive that

Gunnin' runnin' 110 an hour 'till the wheels flat

We permanent like two tats on hoodrats nigga fuck that

Yo, first LB break up, now every day I wake up to more bullshit

I couldn’t make up, tre like a Laker

Handle with my face up, the lord pray I shall not quit

So catch me, running like a stampede of horses

Rings around you niggas, polygamy no divorces

Passing you like some courses, lay you flatter than forces

Houses with old porches surrounded with country orchards

It’s the beginning of forever

Raining on parades in places they thought we’d never weather

Whether, radio ever play a nigga

I don’t make music for radio but for niggas

My nigga, my people, a weapon I need though

Better get down on your knees and pray to heaven I don’t see you

Nigga the line’s been drawn

Niggas taking shots I guess the wicked get stoned

So some other fuckers buy cars and get blown

No respect, no respect, no respect homes

While Niggas in Paris they ballin' Watching the Throne

I was at home, yo

I was on the phone, telling momma hold on

This music shit hard if you plan to be lone

Like legends of the fall, legends have fallen

Michael, Whitney, just want you to know that you’re all in

My memory