Falling Apart

I don't be knowin' what to say right here, or what to say before

I am falling apart, I am falling apart

Uh, no, no, no, no, no, I told him I would never be nice

There's blood on my nikes, like how it get there nigga the mic

I rolled him in a carpet, ship it to the south overnight

You brought a knife to a gunfight, one bullet is done

I want the pie, nigga, not one slice, I'm Reverend Run

I'm from a world where it gets dark, no need for the sun

You my son, where do babies come from, nigga, stop askin