No Man Falls (Feat. Pusha T & 2 Chainz)

No man fall, we all crutches

I dancehall, I blame Dudus

I don't smile, the chain blushes

In my Ukraine, there's no Russias

Kalashnikov, don't piss me off

Walk down with the Special, turn your grizzly off

Memory off, memory loss

Put the fire out in a nigga attic, turn his chimney off

Simply boss, the cross between God body and John Gotti

No Sammy the Bull could tell where we hide bodies

So why try me? My young niggas going kamikaze

Frank White, meet me in the lobby

Shooter's got a bullet with your name on it

Always got a method to my madness, bring the pain on it

I will leave a stain on it, make me go insane on it

See me with the gang so you know I put The Game on it, Push

Drugs like we got a membership

These are the keys you cannot start a engine with

Mario Brothers, we stand on bricks

So many extendos, it's like I'm the third member of the Clipse

Pharrell, why would I ever lie to you?

If it's beef, I'll pick your baby mama up, and your son

Strap that lil' nigga in his car seat, make her drive to you

Draw you out the house and let both them go

Balenciaga mask on like, "Where'd COVID go?"

Walk in Delilah's forty-deep like I own Death Row

Say it with my chest, wearing no vest, though

Aftermath in the rearview, so I drove for you

Without the chain, without the ring

The one I bought with my advance when them ounces came

What 50 look like doing the Verzuz without The Game?

Earth, Wind & Fire, Ron Isley without the cane?

And where would I be without the 'caine?

Probably the same place Aubrey Graham would be without Lil Wayne

Same place Kendrick Lamar would be without Sherane

Same place Michael Jackson'd be without Jermaine

The Jackson Four just don't hit the same

We the new dope, take that Fentanyl out your veins

First thing I did was cut it when them couches came

Sold all that rock and still wouldn't vouch for Dame

Okay, I'm really one of them, chains, got a bunch of them

Brunch with billionaires, they look around like I snuck in here

Plus I smell like money from my skully to my underwear

Couple diamond chains with some diamond chains up under there

F and N with hollow tips, I ain't with the politics

Screensaver was a room filled wit' a thousand bricks

You know how I'm coming, boo, make it hard to swallow it

If you 'on't see me shining, bitch, you need a optometrist

Leather all year 'round, color coffee brown

Always with my dog like I'm Charlie Brown

As far as the style, this shit is hardly found

I got the Holy Ghost, somebody calm me down

This for street niggas who ain't got they first Rollie

This for drug dealers who know when 12 patrollin'

This for real bitches that know when niggas be phony

Crime pays the most and you niggas can't afford it

Tony Alimony, married to the streets

Her ass fat, legs bony, the J's know me

'Cause I used to have glass on me, and strippers know me

'Cause I come and throw cash on 'em, slap 'em like a bag, boy (yeah)

And when I take her on a date, she need a passport (uh)

I got her ass done, I got her what she asked for

I told her to bring her friend, I'ma pay for her (pay)

Then kicked her out the group chat, she had a Android

This sample sound like auntie on the dancefloor (auntie)

It sound like a hundred pounds in the bando (bando)

It sound like a fucking coupe filled with ammo

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' (yeah)

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' (yeah)

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'

It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse

It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse

It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse

Riding through Compton, hitting switches with the ass out

You're much too good for me