New Face
(All I see is new niggas round me, new faces. but I really only came for the blue faces Big Egoworld nigga lets'get it)
New face, shaking my hands
Can't trust shit niggas ain't yo Mans
Friendemies moving like fans
Pray for their souls with grace in my prayers
I was taxin Uncle Sam
In the trap where it's at
Trynna run up some bands
Here the feds came rushing in
Lock the bathroom, Flush the grams
Look,new blue print, new script, new drip ain't shit to rebuttle the plans
Trynna level up on a new benze
I done seen hell through a Cartier lens
I was countin up my dead friends
Distracted by voices in my head
I was fucked up but I ain't beg
Just turnt up then got in my bag
Look, treeshy she feelin my wave
Hit from the back I was feelin her weave
I Ain't text her in days
I guess I'm stuck up in my ways
Dem fuck with what I be sayin
But I have doubts dem feel my pain
Pop percs till it numb my brain
Swear Love hurts im goin insane
Look, I can remember them days
I ain't have shit I was with them stains
Bangin them blicks w gang
Quick lick shit-no minimum wage
Look, met a lil bitch named Paige
Shorty got lit doin tricks on stage
How can I judge her ways
When I kno rent still gotta paid
This year, shit been crazy
Brazy, it Feel like the end of the time
Niggas been movin iffy lately
And niggas gone up dying
Say you had my back, Then you stabbed my back, you was not my slat my slime
Talk racks or pay em no mind
I'm trynna get rich or die tryin...
(Trynna get rich or die tryin nigga you know the vibes)
New face, shaking my hands
Can't trust shit niggas ain't yo Mans
Friendemies moving like fans
Pray for their souls with grace in my prayers
I was taxin Uncle Sam
In the trap where it's at
Trynna run up some bands
Here the feds came rushing in
Lock the bathroom, Flush the grams
Look,new blue print, new script, new drip ain't shit to rebuttle the plans
Trynna level up on a new benze
I done seen hell through a Cartier lens
I was countin up my dead friends
Distracted by voices in my head
I was fucked up but I ain't beg
Just turnt up then got in my bag
Look, treeshy she feelin my wave
Hit from the back I was feelin her weave
I Ain't text her in days
I guess I'm stuck up in my ways
Dem fuck with what I be sayin
But I have doubts dem feel my pain
Pop percs till it numb my brain
Swear Love hurts im goin insane
Look, I can remember them days
I ain't have shit I was with them stains
Bangin them blicks w gang
Quick lick shit-no minimum wage
Look, met a lil bitch named Paige
Shorty got lit doin tricks on stage
How can I judge her ways
When I kno rent still gotta paid
This year, shit been crazy
Brazy, it Feel like the end of the time
Niggas been movin iffy lately
And niggas gone up dying
Say you had my back, Then you stabbed my back, you was not my slat my slime
Talk racks or pay em no mind
I'm trynna get rich or die tryin...
(Trynna get rich or die tryin nigga you know the vibes)
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Writer(s): Tashawn Sneed
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