Fall Back - Mike Smiff, Gunplay

Momma always told me son close your mouth when you eating

Took me a while to find out she wasn’t only talking 'bout the dinner table

She talking about the streets

Stay low-key and run it up young nigga, yeah

Let me hear it

Head first when I jumped off the porch yeah

Young nigga ball hard, no court yeah

Standing in the kitchen, hitting it with a fork yeah

Trying to put my old girl in a Porsche yeah

Cubans all on my neck, all on my wrist

At a Haitian restaurant with a Cuban bitch

Niggas talk a whole lot but ain’t doing shit

U-Haul all I do is make moves bitch

I wanted Js when I couldn’t afford to buy the shits

Now I rock Js when I’m working out and shit

On the treadmill with them number threes on

With some three or four hundred dollars headphones

You better get yo old lady 'cause she looking at me

Yeah she probably wanna throw that lil pussy at me

I tell them on the grind when they ask how I been

I came up, fell off, and bounced back again

I had to fall back and get my head right

Yeah, I had to get my head right

Had to cut some people off and get my head right

Had to duck off and get my bread right

Now a young nigga got his swag up

Tell her how I talk I got my swag up

Got a bop in my walk 'cause my swag up

I done fucked around and ran the bag up

Music up loud when I came through

Blowing marijuana out the sunroof

Fuck a nigga bitch if I want to

Let her ride the dick like a mongoose

Neighborhood superstar I’m that nigga man

Phone full of hoes, pocket full of Benjamins

Back in middle school they ain’t notice me

Now these bitches treat me like I’m Jodici

Fuck 'em good and kick em out before they go to sleep

Yeah my heart real cold hoe four degrees

On and off planes, in and out of rental cars

Already drunk, it ain’t even six o’clock

Get money, fuck them hoes, do drugs

Show you pussy ass niggas no love

I’m the type to go broke and get it all back

And if that ain’t a hustler then what you call that

I had to fall back and get my head right

Yeah, I had to get my head right

I had to cut some people off and get my head right

I had to duck off and get my bread right

Now a young nigga got his swag up

Tell her how I talk I got my swag up

Got a bop in my walk 'cause my swag up

I done fucked around and ran the bag up

Back to the wind, chest to the fire

Looking at the judge in the yes with a grudge on my mind

Losing my temper in this jumper 'cause they won’t give me bond

But they won’t keep me long

Walking through the flea market, bouncing like I hit like a liq

Small talk convo getting short when I need a brick

I never knew you niggas in the first place

And I wanna rob you niggas in the worst way

Get the fuck from round me with that hoe talk

Like the wind, this white blow soft

P89 press and play nigga, no pause

Take attorneys on a journey like ain’t no laws

Won’t run 'til the bomb done

Won’t sleep 'til you dead with the car running

Put a bag on your head

Even if I got to borrow money

Even if I got to borrow bond money you dead

I had to fall back and get my head right

Yeah, I had to get my head right

I had to cut some people off and get my head right

I had to duck off and get my bread right

Now a young nigga got his swag up

Tell her how I talk I got my swag up

Got a bop in my walk 'cause my swag up

I done fucked around and ran the bag up