Facing Life
(Seventeen)
All these lean that I'm sipping
All these drugs that I'm taking
My head fucked up off this blunt that I'm facing
My head fucked up but I'm tired of erasing
Got an SRT but I'm tired of speed racing
I ain't chasing a hoe, I be chasing a bag
That's why I'm always on top, and why you always in last
And my V V, it be blinging
You'd be thinking that you dreaming
And a nigga started rapping cause they tired of my singing
Man these niggas two face they can't keep up with my pace
I be swiping all these cards I be scamming out of chase
Tried to beat up on my homie then he tried to dap me up
That's why I ride all by my lonely and I try to run it up
And I'm feeling like Kendrick, Nigga I'll be damned
You be smiling in my face but be capping on the gram
From the 9 1 0, But I took it to Atlanta
I be shooting videos I be hanging with the scammers
Whole gang sticked up, I be fucking with Lil rich
We was copping off a pound, he was fucking on that bitch
I was tryna find my sound, and a nigga ain't have shit
Now these niggas come around, cause they see me getting lit
All these hoes in my face I don't know who to choose
When my cousin overdosed, I ain't know what to do
Get the fuck up out my face, I ain't tryna be rude
I be all up in my mental I'm a real loose screw
All these lean that I'm sipping
All these drugs that I'm taking
My head fucked up off this blunt that I'm facing
My head fucked up but I'm tired of erasing
Got an SRT but I'm tired of speed racing
I ain't chasing a hoe, I be chasing a bag
That's why I'm always on top, and why you always in last
And my V V, it be blinging
You'd be thinking that you dreaming
And a nigga started rapping cause they tired of my singing
Every day I'm getting paid
Pull yo panties I want brain
Limp popping out my jeans, don't you think bout snatching chains
And I stay with the fam, I love them more than anything
You cant come around the gang pussy nigga acting strange
Tryna make a fucking change
Your body around me got a thing
Why you speaking on the gang, ill bust some shots right at your brain
All these niggas do is hate
Had to take my time away
Nigga snitching to the jakes
I can't hang around no snake
Got a choppa in the honda
I could really fuck your momma
I ain't really with the drama, tryna make a few commas
So I can show it to my momma and make her proud
I been smoking on this gas
Breathing loud
I swear these niggas got me mad they told me chill out
Fuck that bullshit we sliding we gon blow you down
And I ain't got no time to be facing life
Hit a lick at night had to bust a right
All these lean that I'm sipping
All these drugs that I'm taking
My head fucked up off this blunt that I'm facing
My head fucked up but I'm tired of erasing
Got an SRT but I'm tired of speed racing
I ain't chasing a hoe, I be chasing a bag
That's why I'm always on top, and why you always in last
And my V V, it be blinging
You'd be thinking that you dreaming
And a nigga started rapping cause they tired of my singing
Man these niggas two face they can't keep up with my pace
I be swiping all these cards I be scamming out of chase
Tried to beat up on my homie then he tried to dap me up
That's why I ride all by my lonely and I try to run it up
And I'm feeling like Kendrick, Nigga I'll be damned
You be smiling in my face but be capping on the gram
From the 9 1 0, But I took it to Atlanta
I be shooting videos I be hanging with the scammers
Whole gang sticked up, I be fucking with Lil rich
We was copping off a pound, he was fucking on that bitch
I was tryna find my sound, and a nigga ain't have shit
Now these niggas come around, cause they see me getting lit
All these hoes in my face I don't know who to choose
When my cousin overdosed, I ain't know what to do
Get the fuck up out my face, I ain't tryna be rude
I be all up in my mental I'm a real loose screw
All these lean that I'm sipping
All these drugs that I'm taking
My head fucked up off this blunt that I'm facing
My head fucked up but I'm tired of erasing
Got an SRT but I'm tired of speed racing
I ain't chasing a hoe, I be chasing a bag
That's why I'm always on top, and why you always in last
And my V V, it be blinging
You'd be thinking that you dreaming
And a nigga started rapping cause they tired of my singing
Every day I'm getting paid
Pull yo panties I want brain
Limp popping out my jeans, don't you think bout snatching chains
And I stay with the fam, I love them more than anything
You cant come around the gang pussy nigga acting strange
Tryna make a fucking change
Your body around me got a thing
Why you speaking on the gang, ill bust some shots right at your brain
All these niggas do is hate
Had to take my time away
Nigga snitching to the jakes
I can't hang around no snake
Got a choppa in the honda
I could really fuck your momma
I ain't really with the drama, tryna make a few commas
So I can show it to my momma and make her proud
I been smoking on this gas
Breathing loud
I swear these niggas got me mad they told me chill out
Fuck that bullshit we sliding we gon blow you down
And I ain't got no time to be facing life
Hit a lick at night had to bust a right
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Writer(s): Christian Blain
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