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