Songtexte:
Grand Avenue Falling

country tracking down fools who are bullshit hungry Blinded by divinity followers fall into the man-traps set along the Wailing Wall. Athletes compete in grand

you be talkin again But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl with you Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu

acs, no macks, no jeeps and cheddars Benzes, lexes, 50 grand and better Tenants organized to stop his ball But he gots the fall to get paid and make

I dream of touring like Duke Ellington in my own railroad car I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station aglow with grace

' again But we gonna do it how you want 'cause I'm widdit to brawl with you Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock an' fall witchu Yo niggaz,

you be talkin' again But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl with you Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu

I'd beat the drum I'd beat the drum like war But when the church got through They traded their beads for bottles Smashed-on Railway Avenue And they

Verse: Ace Hood] And where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand

you can win So what you gonna think about? When everything around you is negative including your bank account Scrapping out a living in a major draught With no avenue