Fr33 Fálliñ

Ballin, free fallin, plenty of bitches on the street But i ain't calling Smokin my dope, got no bros Still on my grind, ain't losing no hope Finna thought I got my old age stick Ain't never gon fall for someone out my crib Been dealing with stress on a daily Bitches praying for my downfall, lately Been a troublesome kid since Day 1 Niggas chase them bitches like a phantom, Ayy (They say, why you ain't ballin?) Ballin, free fallin, plenty of bitches on the street But I ain't callin