Face.

Throw trey five in a spliff
Pour that line in a cup
Smoke straight gas out the zip
Stack them bands run it up
I cannot lose or slip
Remember the times I had it tough
I wanted to call it quits
But I'm a diamond in the rough
I don't face
Flammo the team
If I'm getting green
Then we getting cake
If I got the steam
I pass after 3
These niggas be fake
I can't let a snake
Fuck with my plate
Flammo on grind
It's no time to debate
I gotta shine
Only real could relate

I done came up
I been putting work in the Stu (facts)
You ain't catch the clues
If it ain't bout the bucks
I put it on snooze
What can the boy lose
I gotta chase my dreams
Been stuck in the mud
A nigga got clean
Friends done turn to fiends
Made dimes outta dubs
When I needed green
They say I'm conceited
But where was the love when I really need it
The songs you ain't tweet it
But when the boy pop you claimed you believed it
You scheming
Can't lie to my eyes
I look through all your demons
I been steaming
I see your demise Disguised
Ya heart speeding
Rolling off this tab
My stomach geeked up
Twist this doobie
Bussing up my line
She wanna link up
Two tone stones
In my ear when I'm flexing
If you acting stingy with profit
Imma finesse it
It's 6 letter weather
Been balling been stacking cheddar
Blue faces tucked in the leather
New faces just bring more pleasures
And more measures
I gotta stay on my toes
Strategize to keep a tab on the foes
Staying high when I'm down on my lows
So when I rise while I get to the dough (oh!)

Throw trey five in a spliff
Pour that line in a cup
Smoke straight gas out the zip
Stack them bands run it up
I cannot lose or slip
Remember the times I had it tough
I wanted to call it quits
But I'm a diamond in the rough
I don't face
Flammo the team
If I'm getting green
Then we getting cake
If I got the steam
I pass after 3
These niggas be fake
I can't let a snake
Fuck with my plate
Flammo on grind
It's no time to debate
I gotta shine
Only real could relate



Credits
Writer(s): Damani Felton
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