Return of the Uglyface

I ain't scared of you motherfuckas
I'm gon' to tell you something Straight off the motherfuckin press

I ain't come here for no foolishness
But I love my black peoples

Cooling out just being cool
Like I am
Chillin'

You don't understand
I ain't scared of you motherfuckas

And I'm blessed
Kick it

Uh...
Uh
Ok... Let's go

Uh...
Uh...
Yeah...
Hey brotha watchu in for?

And I don't need a hook
For this shit

I don't think you niggas ready
Y'all gettin too comfy
Y'all don't think a nigga's deadly

My heart's in the game
But your bitch wants to bewed me
Now it's on to the necks
Now this bitch wants to behead me
Ahhhh

I'm cut throat
Let's see you smile from ear-to-ear
Tryna chill Oceanside
Let's sea the sounds to hear the pier

DOCKing pay that's Medicaid
What you know bout HMO
Where it seems too common
Not to have - money - often

I mean!
I was raised by Kanye and Kwali
Tryna fuck the world and
Leave a couple stains 'for I leave

That's a miniature GOAT
Immature as it seems
That's a signature flow
Got my name on these streams

Merrily
Follow me follow me
Up in these trees
Like a koala be

Posing as the homie
Brody went from
Foe to photography

Little bitch who wants a lot of me
Super 100, I got to be
Crew going down
Throwing one after 1
I just got here at 1
I'm ain't tryna leave

I'm
Feeling way too Reckless
Treat my goals like a checklist

Money root of all evil
But the devil had to break Eve in

Even leading Eve inside of Eden
Couldn't pretend he could prevent
God seeing them
They ain't even leave
Goddamn

See Eve couldn't choose between
Adam or Lucifer
Made for Adam but
Lucy wouldn't let loose of her

Whoops!
I think I lost my place
I'm the shit
Wait! I'll retrace

I'm the shit
Your Caitlyn Jenner
Left you with the ugly face
Ugh

Kick it



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Martin Iii
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