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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Pressa
Performer
Fridayy
Fridayy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Gardner
Quinton Gardner
Composer
Ethan Hayes
Ethan Hayes
Composer
Kenny Koch
Kenny Koch
Composer
Francis LeBlanc
Francis LeBlanc
Composer
Jesse Koch
Jesse Koch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Haze
Haze
Producer
Beatcheff
Beatcheff
Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Ben Hogarth
Ben Hogarth
Engineer

Lyrics

If you ever fall down, I would pick you back up And if I'm never not around, you know where to find me Ooh-ooh, if you ever fall down, I would pick you back up, mm, back up Yeah I had to cut a ounce in pieces, I was onto somethin' (yeah) I flip a brick a couple times to really see a profit I fell in love with all my chains, but more in love with watches (for real) I take control of my life, then put it on autopilot There's times I manifested things and also prayed for it (prayed) I knew eventually come, I had to wait for it (to wait) Play with our life and risk it all, we had to roll for it (to roll for it) See, I'm a Taurus with a Glock, but I don't do Taurus (never) I bulletproof the truck, now I'm invincible (I'm invincible) I can't shit on 'em when I'm up, that's just principle (never) And if my back agains the wall, I let my pistol blow He said that he could handle smoke, I bet his system won't (blaow) They say you learn more when you read, but I'm more visual And where I'm from, they tie you up, call it collateral (call it collateral) You see my block is like a zoo, it's full of animal He ain't kill nobody, but the feds hold him accountable (oh-oh) If you ever fall down (if I), I would pick you back up (I gotta get back up) And if I'm never not around (oh), you know where to find me Oh This brand-new Glock I just bought, look like a art show Bro on the run, they look for him just like a fossil (oh) I bulletproof the Escalade, this ain't a Tahoe We lost the murder case, the lawyer gave his all though I got some Malis, they grew up without a Aabo They paintin' pictures in the hood, just like Picasso I knew that money and respect would make me powerful And that .44 long nose make me a cowboy She take a look at the kid, she say I'm edible Fell in love with money and cars, jewelry, etcetera The feds start indictin' the gang, we goin' federal I get so much love in the hood, they think I'm general All about my green like, baby, I need my celery Put the youngins in the trap and call it Wassa Academy (whoa) They know I work the block for too long, I need a salary Love my niggas with all of my heart, treat them like family (fam) If you ever fall down (if I), I would pick you back up (I gotta get back up) And if I'm never not around (oh), you know where to find me Ooh-ooh, if you ever fall down, I would pick you back up, mm, back up
Writer(s): Ethan Hayes, Quinton Gardner, Francis Leblanc, Jesse G L Koch, Kenny Koch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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