Fallen

[Intro] 
 On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap 
 Twenty four hours a day 

 [Verse 1] 
 Focus your attention, not to mention the fact 
 Yeah, I'm high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L 
 HIgh as hell, no YSL 
 Strictly LRG for the BD emcee 
 Let's see who could follow me on the journey 
 I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me 
 If not, this might be your last shot 
 Cause you're falling off fast in hip-hop 
 Drip-drop in your money fountain 
 No more in front of your honey counting -- chill 
 My skills pay bills; why you don't? 
 You cry, who gon' cry for me? You won't 
 Stop stressing; my impression 
 I'm never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing 
 What's next on my agenda 
 Cause you might be gone til November 
 Chill, Sam 

 [Verse 2] 
 Everybody got they own Sam 
  
 Sam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans 
 Every day, he got at least two grand 
 I'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan? 
 He said no problo, no job, no stress 
 We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless 
 Who's Bless? He worked for your older brother 
 When he had that crack spot open to the public 
 So lovely, now you want a piece of the action 
 When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened 
 Asking, how can I be just like you? 
 When I get dressed, I'll dress just like you 
 I said two things -- every hustle got a hassle 
 Watch the money on the lasso, it come with a string 
 Yo Sam, this is who I am 
 Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man 

 [Outro] 
 On the block 
 Listening to Buckshot in the trap 
 Twenty four hours a day 
 On the clock 
 Nah mean?