Chad Jones - Don't Fall lyrics

[Verse 1: Chad Jones] Keep Up B. Cooper, what up my dude! How you livin'? You part of this crew! Tell me how you feelin'; do you feel different? I know you been making some moves But... Don't cheese for the respect Treat it like a Family Dollar v-neck, that's a reject Until you gotta it like a reflex We gone be checkin' you on it to survey all the feedback Bruh really what I'm saying Pride is a monster, Ogres have layers No pride is a Dragon And a Dragon have lairs It's buried deep within and you gone have to slay it, Jones! Take it from me, tryna make a mountain top Standin' on a soapbox, felt like the Himalayas! I was confused, honest and true My heart wasn't matching the things I was saying Noah got drunk on his own grapes That's a lesson that I learned in the wrong ways If I could save the world with my own faith I would still blow it all for my showcase I would build my tower, build my name I know you'd do the same cuz it's hard by yourself Just keep it one thousand, we get it, we get it And never be ashamed we live it, we live it Jones! [Chorus: Jay Caba**a] Life got me trying to climb this journey to the mountain top But I'ma persevere though the tears moving on I'm never gonna stop New Horizon surround me I'm standing in awe As I'm rising higher I try not to fall [Verse 2: Canon] I told my lil homie, I'll make my own beats Since no one back then would try giving me chances to spit on that heat Started rapping on stages in Chi Town cause Phil Jack would give me my chances Not only I took it but flipped what I had and then made some enhancements Got noticed by others, became my own artist then started my sound Picked up by reflection then starting investing my work and my talent by holding it down No need for no crown, ain't no second guessing This industry will have you keep jumping through hoop after hoop just to keep an impression It's a lot of Pharisees in our culture Steady poking and pointing them fingers at your shows and criticizing The art and ability you show em Focus... They gonna try to get attention when writing on your twitter The same some ones loving you will turn away whenever you make mistake in life But don't turn bitter You ain't gotta pour liquor You ain't gotta trip up Some of em a never understand your position Cuz it'll be 10 percent of your following who gone hate whatever you give em Listen And that's real talk, I been through that in my life You gone say 100 things you gone wanna take away but by that time they gone judge yo life This that real talk [Chorus] [Verse 3: B. Cooper] I appreciate it, I guess I don't know what I've stepped into Just chasing my dream, still stacking up vegetables In a grocery store, 9 to 5, I ain't got time to mess with you Break time, I'm writing lines, hope the back of this napkin is legible But I never knew, what to expect Started off, wanted to be the best Then I got this feeling inside my chest I could care less if I see a check Spent more time trying to leave the pain Whole mindset got rearranged More than raps, and beats that bang I focused on trying to bring a change And that's when it all happened Years of hard work, sweat, tears, that had been trapped in Disappeared quick, no magic carpets, Aladdin Just me, myself, and I, and a God that taught me compa**ion And once I seen his face and I understood his grace then There's nothing you could say That would change the ground I stand on or the place I put my faith in Gone