Styles P - Fall Back lyrics

[Verse 1:] These silicone rappers acting real but Light them up like blunts gotta spill guts Never mind they still acting tough My T-shirt breathe corporate corporate magazine steal some f** ever heavy metal sh** real pop You been pop because you daybueing real flop Cops trying to k** guys but k**ed shot Exploring every options while the water still trying to feed cops yeah Everything a vibe but it's still the same Only the real remain when i k** the game Running over the n******gs in a renter hearse Then i erks tire marks tire marks Wait that's a Kendrick verse None i ain't have to steal that What's left when all of your layers are peeled back Got a mind like a steel trap And then fill it to the brim with real raps [Chorus:] Yep you wanna fall back (fall back) You wanna fall back (fall back) [x2] If you the real sh** you really real sh** Drop it let me feel sh** if it's really real If it's really real drop it let me feel some If it's real drop it let me feel If you the real sh** you really real sh** Drop it let me feel sh** if it's really real If it's really real drop it let me feel some If it's real drop it let me feel [Verse 2:] Up the money tell them to fall back f** the money we coming to north black The cops trying to k** us we can't ignore that Some rally some riot Government selling up bull sh** and we buying Giving us all sort of d** and we try it I've never been to a court with a judge that ain't bias Look at the conviction rate i got the colour that the system hate Wait face facts as they face us the racist trying to erase us Beat us to the truth then erase us History is a high story Knee high Don't watch exodus no one is our story Rearrange the past no one is our glory Not even the colours of my brothers will ride for me [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Hip hop is still evolving from stealing vaults Some of these real life sh** dont appear in blogs Rap n******gs soft this ain't a pillow talk At the club ain't saying nothing when they k** us all Ah silence but you say you real ya that's how you feel huh Ey yo fro real bro riders better watch who you steal from A true steal gun tighter than the steel drum We on that crazy steel drum Smoking that B real what the f** you feel one Wow you n******gs acting real young Stop that recording that baby beef sh** feel tongue Yea no time for your hard feelings Blood is in the ghetto my socks is like curry shillings Un apologetic as f** when they say my name Open methic in the truck men i bring my pain [Chorus]