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Fall In
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fall In was released on October 31, 2025 by Solid Structure Music as a part of the album Fall In - Single
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelSolid Structure Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Martrel T Phillips
Martrel T Phillips
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martrel T Phillips
Martrel T Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martrel T Phillips
Martrel T Phillips
Engineer

Lyrics

There is no nobility in poverty
I have been a rich man, and I have been a poor man
And I choose rich every fucking time
Yeah, I remember thinking I ain't make enough, I can't go home
If I keep trapping, then I can't go, broke
When my brother went to prison, swear I felt like he was gone
Then I went to the feds after him, I'm in the streets, so I was prone
Real gangsters never folded, we stand on all ten
I bet my family make it out the trenches, my chips all in
I been trappin' I love counting hundreds, it's so calming
And it get deep up in that water, so try not to fall in
Lately, I been overgrinding, like it's over time uh
All I'm seeing is blue hundreds like I'm colorblind
Caught him lackin', finna up it
Saw his kids and I'm like, never mind
I hit your bitch and gave her back cause she was never mine
I ain't never goin' broke, so that shit never on my mind
If you ain't solid, broke the code, you was never one of mine
Been chasing mun since I been making it
And I'ma keep on chasing them blue hundreds till I die
Gon' be forever on the grind
I see **** hop up in the streets and drown in it
I hopped in these streets and I start serving pounds in it
Tried to count me out but could've been the one to count with me
Tried to take me out but ain't have enough shots, I had plenty
I don't go nowhere without my Gen 5
And now I'm about to take off cause it's been time
In the trenches I'm on point and I can see the signs
Quit to spin they block again like I hit rewind
I get the lo and if he home I paint the house like a decor
And if that money calling me that something I can't ignore
Already been broke and I merched that I wont be broke anymore
Can't go to sleep I keep myself up thinking about making more
Yeah, I remember thinking I ain't make enough, I can't go home
If I keep trapping, then I can't go, broke
When my brother went to prison, swear I felt like he was gone
Then I went to the feds after him, I'm in the streets, so I was prone
Real gangsters never folded, we stand on all ten
I bet my family make it out the trenches, my chips all in
I been trappin' I love counting hundreds, it's so calming
And it get deep up in that water, so try not to fall in
If you want the beef, I bring the cattle
They don't want no smoke, they know they block
Gon' get the belt, gon' get the paddle
I be in the streets like gravel
Only in competition with myself, but even then I win the battle
I'm still chasing money, while these broke **** fatigue
And if you talking money, shit, now you got me intrigued
One of them ones, not like them other ****, I'm a different breed
Take care of my family, tunnel vision, them blue hunnids I perceive
He got the belt like he my son, but I ain't got custody
And I ain't never ducking none of these ****, it's just police
I swear I want the money as bad as I wanna
I swear I want the money as bad as I wanna breathe
I know I can get the bag with ease
Remember used to do it for the free, now I do it for a fee
I been gettin' money since a teen
I always got my pistol when I leave
My pistol when I leave
Cause if you run up on me, I'ma squeeze
And I ain't gon' pull my finger off the trigger
Not even for **** to breathe
I make sure the job finish, give em no time to retrieve
That's how these **** fall in the streets being naive
Yeah, I remember thinking I ain't make enough, I can't go home
If I keep trapping, then I can't go, broke
When my brother went to prison, swear I felt like he was gone
Then I went to the feds after him, I'm in the streets, so I was prone
Real gangsters never folded, we stand on all ten
I bet my family make it out the trenches, my chips all in
I been trappin' I love counting hundreds, it's so calming
And it get deep up in that water, so try not to fall in
Written by: Martrel T Phillips
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