Poshtherapper - Bangin' (We Won't Fall) Lyrics

We can be all we try
Our lies determine our lives
We can do all we please
We won’t fall to our knees
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Momma always told me do what’s right
So followed code till the day I left
Looking into dark without moving lights
I had to find the glow to alleviate stress
Mary Jane sparked the conversation by affiliation
Yeah you know I kept it on lock
The money made from my evil ways
Went and bought a mic and silver Glock
Was performing out and Jersey City my nigga
The ninja Kosan had the stage a jump
But they wasn’t fucking with intelligence
So I left there and fell into a slump
When I re-arrived I just realized
That I didn’t give a shit about the other side
All I cared about was my fucking rhymes
My shawty my momma and my pride
My ego barely existed, my name was diminished
I had to get up and go get it
I flexed the digits, like a bitch that’s fisted
And I worked the program, like a television
It’s rough to say that I strayed away
Put the Lyrik down and dipped into my name
And I left the back for another play
Never hate the player that controls he game
We can be all we try
Our lies determine our lives
We can do all we please
We won’t fall to our knees
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Flows bleed like an artery, couldn’t count casualties
Imaginative like Adam and Eve’s, altered anatomies
Flabbergasted at my mind, like domestic battering
Wouldn’t even take the credit or the flattery
Flat line, flat line, so many died in the past time
Smart kid grew up with a bad mind
Ran through the steps like a land mine
If you got the pack I don’t want a lead
But this lead will follow with the nose of a gun
I’ve lost a couple homies to the life
So I pray to the lord I’m fallen sun
Don’t got to be a teacher to teach, just open your eyes listen to me
Too bad all they niggas do is hate
Cause if they fucking didn’t we could all succeed
All the clones couldn’t copy me
With a signed autographed version of my own written autobiography
Destined for profiting
By the prophets with binoculars looking in future philosophy
Imma stand ten toes on the ground
Till the blood drips and air leaves lung
From the 97 down to the tre, to the deuce zero down to the 1
We can be all we try
Our lies determine our lives
We can do all we please
We won’t fall to our knees
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk

We can be all we try
Our lies determine our lives
We can do all we please
We won’t fall to our knees
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Momma always told me do what’s right
So followed code till the day I left
Looking into dark without moving lights
I had to find the glow to alleviate stress
Mary Jane sparked the conversation by affiliation
Yeah you know I kept it on lock
The money made from my evil ways
Went and bought a mic and silver Glock
Was performing out and Jersey City my nigga
The ninja Kosan had the stage a jump
But they wasn’t fucking with intelligence
So I left there and fell into a slump
When I re-arrived I just realized
That I didn’t give a shit about the other side
All I cared about was my fucking rhymes
My shawty my momma and my pride
My ego barely existed, my name was diminished
I had to get up and go get it
I flexed the digits, like a bitch that’s fisted
And I worked the program, like a television
It’s rough to say that I strayed away
Put the Lyrik down and dipped into my name
And I left the back for another play
Never hate the player that controls he game
We can be all we try
Our lies determine our lives
We can do all we please
We won’t fall to our knees
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Flows bleed like an artery, couldn’t count casualties
Imaginative like Adam and Eve’s, altered anatomies
Flabbergasted at my mind, like domestic battering
Wouldn’t even take the credit or the flattery
Flat line, flat line, so many died in the past time
Smart kid grew up with a bad mind
Ran through the steps like a land mine
If you got the pack I don’t want a lead
But this lead will follow with the nose of a gun
I’ve lost a couple homies to the life
So I pray to the lord I’m fallen sun
Don’t got to be a teacher to teach, just open your eyes listen to me
Too bad all they niggas do is hate
Cause if they fucking didn’t we could all succeed
All the clones couldn’t copy me
With a signed autographed version of my own written autobiography
Destined for profiting
By the prophets with binoculars looking in future philosophy
Imma stand ten toes on the ground
Till the blood drips and air leaves lung
From the 97 down to the tre, to the deuce zero down to the 1
We can be all we try
Our lies determine our lives
We can do all we please
We won’t fall to our knees
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, hear the trunk watch it thump
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, little homies got the herb
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk