Save Face

Imma start off on this tip
Pen this pad with my pencil (Yeah!)
Just tryna make a hit
Thoughts up in my head
They now starting to click
Pusha and 'Rrell got me screaming 'bout my clique

Dreams of going platinum
Starting to get some traction
Get ya gold chain snatched
Just like, "nigga what's happnin" (Aye what's happening)
We don't do replies and I ain't gonna at them
Bunch of old school clowns
You can call that Charlie Chapman

We step yeah we don't falter
On top like it's a halter
You niggas my sons
Stretch my hands, I'm yo father
Coming short
You should of been a little taller
I'm screaming out for help like its a fucking holler

You a coward, I'm a martyr
Looked up to the Carters
Magnums (Magna) when I'm fucking your daughter
I'm eating these phat beats
These rhymes that I be crafting
Use to listen to Future
But that's just in the past tense

And my shorty drives me crazy
Call that pure madness
Take them boys to church
This is mass I'm a Catholic
Preaching no priest
Get ya gang touched for cheap
Lil' killers move in silence
And I won't make a peep

Please don't bother me
On edge honestly
White chalk ready
Like hopscotch in the street
I'm on the street, not in the streets
Keep it discrete

Reveal what's underneath
Float around the city like the bottom of the sea
Keep ya eyeballs peeked
Playin' Hide and Seek
Lookin' under items just to see what you can see
You know my shorty's crazy, you know that she gon' creep
Wet like waterfalls, oceans, seas, rivers, and springs
I call my shorty MJ, the way that she goes hee
My last name isn't Jackson but I need that TLC

Just one more line
Give me one more time
No Kendrick
But this K-Dot leaves the conversation dry
Please I can't deny
I hate it when you sigh
It's your birthday if you want it's ok to cry

Play it straight
To keep my heart in tact
Suffering through the pain
Just to find my heart flat
My mind's confused, ballooned, deflate & diffuse
Just so I can come back home to you

Kick it with my piece
Blowing off some fumes
Shooting off the lip
Like she's the same as you
What am I to do
Why I gotta choose
Can't have you and you
Like 1+1 is 2



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Gill
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