Fallen Men

Yea all my fallen men I can't go into the pen (The pen) these niggas mad these niggas Crying they can't f*ck with me I get the bag I get money that's that hustle in me I put my mind up in my music, you Can't take it from me they tryna spin the bin let off 30 in the wind (the wind) Black on black this shit a crime I want my kind to win, like when you deep inside your Thoughts but they ain't listening I get them voices in my head boy they be pitching in They tell me shoot I up the fye the bullets blitzing in (Blitzing in) they try slide then we Gone slide boy we stay on 10 (On 10) up the glizzy then I shoot my brothers coming in Need a ap on my wrist diamonds cold no shovel 30 stuck inside the dip below my Fucking buckle (Buckle) 800 for the stick nah I ain't tryna fucking tussle play where you lay we up the stick nah Ain't tryna tussle (Ain't tryna tussle mmm) Yea all my fallen men I can't go into the pen (The pen) these niggas mad these niggas Crying they can't f*ck with me I get the bag I get money that's that hustle in me I put my mind up in my music, you Can't take it from me they tryna spin the bin let off 30 in the wind (The wind) Black on black this shit a crime I want my kind to win, (To win) like when you deep inside Your thoughts but they ain't listening I get them voices in my head boy they be pitching in they tell me shoot I up the fye the Bullets blitzing in see the dope boys on the block they diamonds glistening Need like 4 to 5 commas I don't need no friends (No friends) come from the trenches we Don't got it we just want them bands got different struggles not my man I can see the fake got off my ass I had to hustle put food on my plate they gone tell you That they love you, but all in all it's hate so I put my heart away Yea all my fallen men I can't go into the pen (The pen) these niggas mad these niggas Crying they can't f*ck with me I get the bag I get money that's that hustle in me I put my mind up in my music, you Can't take it from Yea all my fallen men I can't go into the pen (The pen) these niggas mad these niggas Crying they can't f*ck with me (F*ck with me) I get the bag I get money that's that hustle in me I put my mind up in my music, you Can't take it from (Can't take it from me) me they tryna spin the bin let off 30 in the wind (The wind) Black on black this shit a crime I want my kind to win, like when you deep inside your Thoughts but they ain't listening I get them voices in my head boy they be pitching in they tell me shoot I up the fye the Bullets blitzing in