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Fallen Soulja Video (MV)




Performed By: Norwood Primetime
Length: 4:18
Written by: Demoris Owens




Norwood Primetime - Fallen Soulja Lyrics




I done seen my niggas fall, I done seen my niggas ball dog
We ain't never been the ball hog, Don't you break the law dog
Catch me creepin with the sawed-off, Make your pussy ass call-off
A nigga trying to make, all my niggas trying to make it, gotta take care of them babies
You just got to embrace it
I know it be times you cant take it
Have faith and ask God for the patience

Now im gonna tell you this, give you a quick story about me
I`m just a young nigga trying to get money
My whole team grind, trying to shine because we hungry
Pulling bitches daily trying to make it on our lonely
I never been phony remember grits, eggs, and balony
I was sleepin on the couch at my homie's
I use to be a young nigga out here on it
In the bando countin cash with my homie's
Niggas say I done changed, I just say I've gotten wise
And I feel strongly, I couldn't f*ck with those guys
Them niggas be scoping the watch for your pride
Cut me to the core and you wont see me cry
They f*ck with your bitch right up under your eyes
Then look in your face and be telling you lies
You could only fool me once, but I wont be surprised
If I squeeze on it once then you wont be alive
This is my class and bitch I am your teacher
I fellowship with you like I am your preacher
Play with this army, we coming to meet you
And, If you gone live, We come back there's no sequels
Young nigga pure evil, My spirit is different, Don't judge me for features
Keep heat like the heater
Knock out your tweeter's, for tweeting like twitters
Now take off the beetle, Come out and get beat up
I'm real from the feet up, Norwood where I re-up
Niggas be hating, I'm something they can't be of
If you short me, I'll come back and f*ck your street up
Ask about me fam, I've been bout'it since knee up
The game is my pre-love, I really got 3 girls
The game is just one that I can not get free of
To all of my niggas on the come-up, and re-up
If and when I make it, We all are gonna be there
Its prime

I done seen my niggas fall , I done seen my niggas ball dog
We ain't never been the ball hog, Don't you break the law dog
Catch me creepin with the sawed-off, Make your pussy ass call-off
A nigga trying to make, all my niggas trying to make it, gotta take care of them babies
You just got to embrace it
I know it be times you cant take it
Have faith and ask God for the patience

Nigga that Wal-Mart money wasn't getting it
I'm sacking up loud by the gram no skillet
My niggas riding hot 45 in the engine
Muggin when we ride by a pussy nigga gonna fill it
When a nigga down bad, Bitch I need every penny
You know a nigga broke if he regretting that he lent it
Looking for a side hustle don't you get the midget
Cuz niggas like six flags changing up tickets
Nigga are you with me or against me, Money keep interest
Killers at the exit, and some killers at the entrance
Don't you play ignorant, Semi's leave hickies
Pop you like a wheelie, Then go roll-up me a philly
I've been going through too much, But my head up
Even though I'm fed up, I gotta get my bread up
Get the ball and lay it up, Get my scale and weigh it up
Jail bust only thing a young nigga scared of
Side money is must, In God I Trust
Even when I'm rich, I'll never get enough
Report cards coming, I want an A+
Only when a nigga come playing, He get his head bussed
I'm A problem for a nigga, A blessing for a thot
Anything I claim, I'm gonna give it what I got
If a nigga play games, Then a nigga get shot
Hate the results but the chance too high
I gotta keep on moving, Bitches still choosing
I lost a lot of friends but my patients I ain't loosing
Patience is a virtue so I keep on making music
And all my friends dead bitch I feel like uzi
I gotta keep on going, Keep on flowing
We all suppose to share but ain't nobody doing it
In life you get torn but you gotta keep going
Nigga death any day now, Nobody knowing
Its prime
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I done seen my niggas fall, I done seen my niggas ball dog
We ain't never been the ball hog, Don't you break the law dog
Catch me creepin with the sawed-off, Make your pussy ass call-off
A nigga trying to make, all my niggas trying to make it, gotta take care of them babies
You just got to embrace it
I know it be times you cant take it
Have faith and ask God for the patience

Now im gonna tell you this, give you a quick story about me
I`m just a young nigga trying to get money
My whole team grind, trying to shine because we hungry
Pulling bitches daily trying to make it on our lonely
I never been phony remember grits, eggs, and balony
I was sleepin on the couch at my homie's
I use to be a young nigga out here on it
In the bando countin cash with my homie's
Niggas say I done changed, I just say I've gotten wise
And I feel strongly, I couldn't f*ck with those guys
Them niggas be scoping the watch for your pride
Cut me to the core and you wont see me cry
They f*ck with your bitch right up under your eyes
Then look in your face and be telling you lies
You could only fool me once, but I wont be surprised
If I squeeze on it once then you wont be alive
This is my class and bitch I am your teacher
I fellowship with you like I am your preacher
Play with this army, we coming to meet you
And, If you gone live, We come back there's no sequels
Young nigga pure evil, My spirit is different, Don't judge me for features
Keep heat like the heater
Knock out your tweeter's, for tweeting like twitters
Now take off the beetle, Come out and get beat up
I'm real from the feet up, Norwood where I re-up
Niggas be hating, I'm something they can't be of
If you short me, I'll come back and f*ck your street up
Ask about me fam, I've been bout'it since knee up
The game is my pre-love, I really got 3 girls
The game is just one that I can not get free of
To all of my niggas on the come-up, and re-up
If and when I make it, We all are gonna be there
Its prime

I done seen my niggas fall , I done seen my niggas ball dog
We ain't never been the ball hog, Don't you break the law dog
Catch me creepin with the sawed-off, Make your pussy ass call-off
A nigga trying to make, all my niggas trying to make it, gotta take care of them babies
You just got to embrace it
I know it be times you cant take it
Have faith and ask God for the patience

Nigga that Wal-Mart money wasn't getting it
I'm sacking up loud by the gram no skillet
My niggas riding hot 45 in the engine
Muggin when we ride by a pussy nigga gonna fill it
When a nigga down bad, Bitch I need every penny
You know a nigga broke if he regretting that he lent it
Looking for a side hustle don't you get the midget
Cuz niggas like six flags changing up tickets
Nigga are you with me or against me, Money keep interest
Killers at the exit, and some killers at the entrance
Don't you play ignorant, Semi's leave hickies
Pop you like a wheelie, Then go roll-up me a philly
I've been going through too much, But my head up
Even though I'm fed up, I gotta get my bread up
Get the ball and lay it up, Get my scale and weigh it up
Jail bust only thing a young nigga scared of
Side money is must, In God I Trust
Even when I'm rich, I'll never get enough
Report cards coming, I want an A+
Only when a nigga come playing, He get his head bussed
I'm A problem for a nigga, A blessing for a thot
Anything I claim, I'm gonna give it what I got
If a nigga play games, Then a nigga get shot
Hate the results but the chance too high
I gotta keep on moving, Bitches still choosing
I lost a lot of friends but my patients I ain't loosing
Patience is a virtue so I keep on making music
And all my friends dead bitch I feel like uzi
I gotta keep on going, Keep on flowing
We all suppose to share but ain't nobody doing it
In life you get torn but you gotta keep going
Nigga death any day now, Nobody knowing
Its prime
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Writer: Demoris Owens
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