Dame D.O.L.L.A. - THE LET DOWN lyrics

[Intro: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] Haha, you feel me? I’m just wonderin’ [Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] Who gon’ be there when I’m down? Who gon’ be there when I’m gone? When it’s bad, no one around You gotta fix it on your own You gotta fix it inside You gotta fix it in your soul You can’t fix it on the ‘gram You gotta fix it in your home [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Every night I pray You separate the real from the fake The same way You separate the night from the day (oh, oh) Yeah, I be But I pray You help me see [Verse 1: Dame: D.O.L.L.A.] I know that it’s gon’ come a day where it won’t be as fun to play Wonder if my starrin’ is bright, will some people run away? I think about it Lose sleep about it I hate to even speak about it I’m weak without it Will they love me when I’m slowin’ down and missin’ game winners? No longer buyin’ flights and all them free steak dinners Wish me happy birthday if it’s over ’cause I’m injured Is the luxury the only thing I gave ’em to remember? Seen that movie, clearly happen often Things went left, e’rytime they lost it Now I’m up to bat, pray I don’t go Kenny Lofton Who gon’ love my kid when I’m layin’ in a coffin? A lotta things to juggle Who up in my bubble? Who will look you in the face lyin’, say they love you Surprise you with a stab in the back, face double Support me like I supported them when they struggled [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Every night I pray You separate the real from the fake The same way You separate the night from the day (oh, oh) Yeah, I be But I pray You help me see [Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] Who gon’ be there when I’m down? Who gon’ be there when I’m gone? When it’s bad, no one around You gotta fix it on your own You gotta fix it inside You gotta fix it in your soul You can’t fix it on the ‘gram You gotta fix it in your home [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Uh, royalty blooded, hustlin’ Like Warren Buffett trust us I’m tryna stack it like I’m doublin’ the chorus They are just tryna ride the wave, um Please don’t get nauseous You know we bearin’ arms if you stick your fingers in porridge Hope you suited for war ’cause they tie up mothers and daughters This is reverse slavery, how I’m whippin’ this foreign I base things off your character, I put nothing before this I hate when they get corporate I’m late, no time for talkin’ This here never gets old Like I’m watchin’ re-runs of Martin My life: murder and murder Who freed the greedy accomplice? These youngins die over tweets That bird chick is a monster You see who they put in office, but quiet the feds recordin’, uh Real ain’t when you beefin’ with yo’ brothers, homicide Beefin’ with yo’ brothers just to let these races slide Real ain’t when you hold the camera just to watch ’em die Real people set the standard, yeah, it’s time to rise, I’m alive So much, I could do this here for free Trust in God, but sometimes you gotta pray with a knee In the mirror with a angry face like, “What it mean to me?” Opportunity opens doors, but consistency is key Yeah, dope, dope, dope, dope Yeah, I’m in the trap, k**er Sellin’ hope, sell some more, all that there is whack, k**er Tell me where were you when I was out here tryna get it Love this game, but I hate it, the beautiful contradiction Player, listen [Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] Who gon’ be there when I’m down? Who gon’ be there when I’m gone? When it’s bad, no one around You gotta fix it on your own You gotta fix it inside You gotta fix it in your soul You can’t fix it on the ‘gram You gotta fix it in your home [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Every night I pray You separate the real from the fake The same way You separate the night from the day (oh, oh) Yeah, I be But I pray You help me see [Outro: BJ The Chicago Kid] Oh-oh-oh, oh You say you gotta fix it Yeah, you say you gotta fix it Yeah, you say you gotta fix it Yeah, you say you gotta fix it Yeah, you –