You think you know me like the back of your hand, but do you really know Fall?
If you don’t want me to fade away, don’t throw me flowers
Don’t put me in your telephone directory, my line has been tapped
Apparently, a bearded man is their bête noire
I’m not Moliere, I say things how I want and I speak
With a hard face, I speak with confidence and passion, I speak
Without making a show or an entire thesis of it
Yeah I get right to the point when I’m talking cash
And sometimes I don’t have the words, but it’s just a minor detail
Proof: the truth always lies in the mouths of babies, yeah
Only one tongue but two ears
To be twice as likely to listen to advice from your buddy
Cos we didn’t make it alone, we didn’t make it alone
It’s difficult to remember that when you’re flying high
Difficult to remember that when you’re in the public eye
But don’t be willing to do anything for the cash no matter the amount
Yeah, grind, grind, do your hassle
I know who my homies are, for the rest, I leave them to their fates
Whether it’s for the battle or for the war, dude, we’re always there for each other
The dogs bark but the pack doesn’t lose focus
If you want peace, yeah
You’ve got to wage war or you’ll pay for it, yeah
We sleep on our feet, we sleep with one eye open
There’s nothing that can get us flustered, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Be careful those you turn your back on, yeah
Those who will not turn back once they get past you
Be careful of those who always beat about the bush
Be careful of those who have big plans but sleep too much
Yeah, grind, and make some dough
Yeah, grind, make some dough, unless you’re okay where you are
Choose your associates wisely so you don’t get double-crossed
Avoid all those who could make you doubt yourself
Yeah, don’t play all your cards
Don’t be too hungry for the glory, everyone shines in their own time
Lay the first brick and be on the lookout
There are those who get down to business and there are those who look on
Difficult to resist when crime comes your way
Quick money is a whore with a hold on your zipper
Yeah, a bitch who seduces you and then points the gun at you
You want to put a ring on her finger, you’re toast
Yeah, tolerating flattery
Means caressing your ego, yeah, and that’s when it gets bloated
You don’t need that when you’re someone at whom they point the finger
There are those who fall from the first floor and then there are those who fall from the roof
You’ve got your ass inflated to the point where it’s become unacceptable
You’re going to need more than squats if you want to strengthen them
And you already know that everything that goes up will surely come down
If there’s a storm, how do you rise from the ashes?
Or piece up the broken pottery
You showed your face, you showed your back
You’ve clearly mixed apples with oranges
You’ve assassinated your confidence, your body’s still warm
If you want peace, yeah
You’ve got to wage war or you’ll pay for it, yeah
We sleep on our feet, we sleep with one eye open
There’s nothing that can get us flustered, yeah, yeah