Verse 1:
This game, rules changed, they want it free now
This ain’t a cipher, they want a free style?
Money all gone like, we need a bailout
Holler at the postman, we need a mail route
Stimulus check (check), we need a payout
Grip to the rescue, we need a safehouse
Old rapper pensions, new rapper lessons
Throw your hands up like you have a question
Make a new plan and I do have suggestions
Razorblade flow, I, too, have a weapon
Make or break, yo, I’ma kill it, no messin’
Overdub the tape and erase your whole session
Get a brand new look with a different aesthetic
Dead it! It won’t go away like bad credit
Forget it, Broakland's no vacation
Get merc'd where you live like home invasion

Chorus:
They all fall down
They all fall down
They all fall down
They all fall down

Verse 2:
This life ain’t fair, who wrote the rulebook?
I put my name on the shit like a school book
Who took the blame for the fact that today
Everything is way lamer? That’s a game changer
Man, y’all been puttin’ my job in grave danger
Money all spent but you didn’t buy Grip
Yo, it’s awful when they all drop you
It’s not cool
I paid my dues but it didn’t buy shit!
Now I’m back where I used to be, not where I’d choose to be
Delf style, recordin’ for myself now exclusively
Stressin’, Mel Gibson, Lethal Weapon
Now which motherfucker wanna jump off the roof with me?
The same old, same old, blah blah et cetera
Rap’s in a drought and it don’t fill the reservoir
It seems big dreams don’t fill the register
I’ll tell the truth but don’t shoot the messenger