Released: July 16, 2017

Songwriter: Lauryn Hill Pras Wyclef Jean

[Intro: Wyclef Jean and (Lauryn Hill)]
Oh ain't no more falling down right now
Stand up
(I wish this joint was off the ground)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)

[Verse 1: Lauryn Hill]
This some Adam and Eve shit / Cain and Abel shit
Niggas been worn?? shit / Get it and gone shit
All when a song shit?? / Louie Vuitton shit
Niggas should pawn shit / Biters begone shit
Eat up my corn shit / Balers been torn shit
Some top of the pop shit / When do they drop shit
Shottas they pop shit / This hotter than hot shit
Dog we forgot shit? / This Ghetto Red Hot shit
This is some Super Cat shit / Red Stripe shit
Some actual hype shit / Thief in the night shit
This is some dead right shit / Sometimes we fight shit
Some makeup and write shit / We spark and ignite shit

[Hook: Wyclef Jean and (Lauryn Hill)]
Yeah...we gone be here
Don't rock it too hard though
Oh ain't no more falling down right now
(Hey)
You ready
(I wish this joint was off the ground)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)

[Verse 2: Pras]
What a bam shit / Move like Lebron shit
Black ???? shit / Bible or Koran shit
Yellow cab, blue Bottega bag in the armpits
Bidding at the auctions / And you all hog shit
Do an interview with CNN / North Korea crisis
But I be speaking the truth / So they ain't advertise it
Fuck it I'm erratic going savage on some fly shit
New Mclaren dealer had to teach me how to drive it
Beach cot shit / Griyo in the pot shit
Stones dripping everywhere / Think I need a mop shit
Cockpit keep the rave in LA then ship it to Florida
Halle Berry get to Haiti, we clearing the water
Mmmm...or they a drive on the late night
Yeah, circle the block like a Great White
Take flight Gucci bible on the right
Nigga the flow ain't been this great since March 9th (R.I.P)

[Hook: Wyclef Jean and (Lauryn Hill)]
Yeah....uh huh
Don't let me fall down
Come on
(Hey)
Understand me
(I wish this joint was off the ground)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)

[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]
I don't curse much, but dude he a muhfucker
Listen muhfucker, I'm a crazy muhfucker
I work for what I got, you a lazy muhfucker
The money that you borrowed, payback muhfucker
You tell your girl you love her just to fuck her muhfucker
See her next day just to duck her muhfucker
How many of y'all know a selfish muhfucker
Lies, says his mother got cancer
Man that muhfucker
The he cops a hummer with a license plate
Shits says 'muhfucker'
Because muhfucker doesn't care about his mother, fucker
Two weeks later muhfucker crash the hummer
Now thats what I call Karma Karma muhfucker
Now I'm stuck in traffic, bumper bumper with this muhfucker
I should have took the jet, I would have been gone muhfucker

[Hook: Wyclef Jean and (Lauryn Hill)]
Uh huh
Don't let me fall down
Come on
(Hey)
Understand me
(I wish this joint was off the ground)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)
Take off (yo)

Fugees

Fugees were an American hip hop group that had Wyclef Jean, Lauryn Hill, and Pras, who rose to fame in the mid-90s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul and Caribbean music, particularly reggae.