Fall Back

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 [Verse:1]
Here I go,
With my flaws and the blows
To make myself glow
Maybe my growth is slow
But soon, I be on my throne (aah)
Alone in this zone
Fighting with the clones of my own
Pull up the game
That everybody playing for some to blame (aah)
What the talking
Everybody joking
Time is clocking
To make you choking
That's the kind of feeling,
Trying to kill me with no healing,
Dealing with the sufferings, attach like superglue,
Blue, I got no clue,
Who? that's the question I choose (yo)
Minimalistic, that's the basic
Trying not to keep the shit, coming out of the pit
Bit by bit, I'been  building my own grit
Never gonna quit, that's my spirit (haa)
Mastering this craft
Learning from my past
Ain't gonna go too fast
Better take the Ride
And vibe with the journey of life (aah)

[Hook: 4×]
Fall back
Fall back
You never know

[Verse:2]
Money, Power and Respect,
You gotta earn it
Don't be too greedy and act so cheezy
It ain't no easy
'cause everything might turn into frenzy
Black clouds over my head
That is so perfect
I be the force nobody wanna reckon with
Gotta load my two weapons
That's my only option
Building myself to be the greatest
It ain't about who the fastest but the process
I'm just being modest
Closest to my Conquest
Everyone trying to be a demigod
But the plot
everybody is a odd
I bring the A1, I Fear no-one
Be calm, before the storm come

[Hook: 4×]
Fall back
Fall back
You never know

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