Falling Toward the Sky
Waiting for my... ride

Insane breakneck pace
No brakes full speed ahead on this chase
Goons-nippin at my heels
Move my wheels cuz I'm not tryin to get killed
Ooh- what I'm gonna do?
Me and my crew-one false move-we through
Stress level high it's a full court press
Can't guess wrong the result is death
Adrenaline filled like a kid named Ritalin
Gotta get away from this [bad word] middleman
Pushed to the max no time to relax
Cuz if we ain't swift we facin the axe
But I ain't tryin to hear it-float like a spirit
Finish [bad word]  I feel us gettin near it
Can't stop now, yo, we almost there
Unaware of what awaits us in the air

Falling Toward the Sky
Waiting for my... ride

Landin safe on the back of the [bad word] Now we ride through the streets talk about good luck
Man that was tough, jumping off the building
But if we didn't do it then our time was up
Never that though I'm just too swift
Blessed with a gift that flows from my lips
Still represent still talkin that [bad word] Still hit your chest like a blast from the fifth
Ain't no stopping I'm-a keep it poppin
Rollin rocking pure hip-hoppin
Soul like Rakim you know I got plenty
I'm a note, dog, and you're more like a penny
Jeff send the text, asked for the best
So I stepped right in put flames to the test
Burn it down from dusk till dawn
Rise form the ash and then I'm gone

Falling towards the sky
waiting for my... ride

Falling towards the sky
waiting for my... ride