Robert Louis - Won't Fall (Prod. Nique) lyrics

[Verse 1: Robert Louis] Cla** like Bogart, drive like Go Kart I make wishes on shooting stars Why do they push beauty cars? And not me? That's that envy, just turned 20 so Good sign that I want my own? Just grind and youll make it home That's what I say Now hit the J, like you're in the NBA Pull a Kobe, fade away All the bullsh** is so hard to avoid Plug my headphones in to drown out the noise Robert with a voice now, so make you're choice Who the best around? who can hold down with a smile Who can make ‘em go wild? Like child Losing their mommy Gunning for the throne call me Tommy Shooting words in your dome, welcome home I k**ed the game, did it for the fame You can put that on me, I'm trying to be a boss Showing no remorse cuz I have to stay the course Heading to the dark sid,I feel the force What an eye sore or a sight for sore eyes Either way your times' up, peace, goodbye I Rarely f** b**hes, all about the business Giving you a gift and its not even Christmas yet Turn it up, show me some respect kid [Hook] (x2) You'll never bring me down Yeah You'll never bring me down Step aside, don't try I have spark in my eyes What you want? What you need? It ain't sh** to me! I'm moving faster And you're a disaster You're not what I'm after I Stayed west cuz I know it's the best And I haven't had a problem yet YES! [Verse 2: Robert Louis] Welcome to new school, new kicks, new rules I dove in like the game was a swimming pool And you know that I know how to swim f** playing victim, you don't got to miss me You can just tell me nothing, I'm expanding my budget Won't talk I don't even fuss with it They all hated when I thought I was the best But so did they so it doesn't make much sense If you didn't think you were, you thought that I was Now I'm turned up, crazy huh? At the point now where not much can phase me I get around and I prefer to bus it I've seen people get f**ed up I don't trust it But That's the route to take to get hooded Holly good sh**, AMDA bomb b**h I love the bright lights, I love the late nights Someone please show me how to do this sh** right I'm so raw on the mike but I sound tight Gotta think that, gotta trust the rap that I'm spitting Flying high like Griffin Scoring touchdowns and so animated Hey Obama I made it, on the route to the fame and sh** Spittin' nasty Like Tiger Woods f**ing his caddy Going hard like a stabbing Going in hard you can't touch me Go ahead try to judge me But I don't give a f**, I'm stuck in bullsh** Why the f** are the stupid ones the cool kids? I don't get it, I don't know But I am gunna put on a show for y'all sh**ting on ‘em like a bathroom stall Dressed in all black like a soro dime I prefer some color though, so let the lights shine