Dead Faces
All my niggas ball 100 summers we be bag chasin
Bro crashed the Audi we was speeding like we drag racing
I know we bout to make it out you gotta have patience
All this drip up on my body yea my swag contagious
Pockets full of dead faces
They say they love you but be dead hating
My twist be hanging like some dreads shaking
Fuck her til da bed breaking
Cut the grass from all these heads snaking
I'm bout my money i'm a bread maker
Young nigga from westmoney he bout green and gold
Its no heart inside my body when i rock dis chrome
Don't be bluffin like you wit it gang be at ya dome
Everybody come around when they see that you on
This double cup i'm pouring wok right in the styrofoam
She be knowin all my songs i swear it turn me on
Survival of the fittest, so you better play yo cards right
Speaking on the gang i bet that boy gon live a hard life
Back in junior high you couldn't hide yeah it was on sight (Uhhh)
It don't get realer than me
And all the shit that i be sayin you could feel it in me
No i ain't scared of nun these niggas cause they bleed how i bleed
Fnb this shit for life no they don't breed how we breed
I fuck that nigga bitch n show what fnb really mean
They kno i'm hotter than a sauna taking off with my dreams
You get checked just like some nikes if you play wit da team
We been grinding everyday i hope we see them mansions
Bitches on my body, his girl think that i'm so handsome
Just because i rap don't mean that i won't go and blam some
We bout to make it out, oh you the man with all the plans huh
I got a drug addiction
I keep a smile in my face but i still need some healing
You don't know about this pain so don't say that you feel me
I know one day that me and gang we gonna see them millions
And if you dissin on the gang i send my F's to get ya
Bro crashed the Audi we was speeding like we drag racing
I know we bout to make it out you gotta have patience
All this drip up on my body yea my swag contagious
Pockets full of dead faces
They say they love you but be dead hating
My twist be hanging like some dreads shaking
Fuck her til da bed breaking
Cut the grass from all these heads snaking
I'm bout my money i'm a bread maker
Young nigga from westmoney he bout green and gold
Its no heart inside my body when i rock dis chrome
Don't be bluffin like you wit it gang be at ya dome
Everybody come around when they see that you on
This double cup i'm pouring wok right in the styrofoam
She be knowin all my songs i swear it turn me on
Survival of the fittest, so you better play yo cards right
Speaking on the gang i bet that boy gon live a hard life
Back in junior high you couldn't hide yeah it was on sight (Uhhh)
It don't get realer than me
And all the shit that i be sayin you could feel it in me
No i ain't scared of nun these niggas cause they bleed how i bleed
Fnb this shit for life no they don't breed how we breed
I fuck that nigga bitch n show what fnb really mean
They kno i'm hotter than a sauna taking off with my dreams
You get checked just like some nikes if you play wit da team
We been grinding everyday i hope we see them mansions
Bitches on my body, his girl think that i'm so handsome
Just because i rap don't mean that i won't go and blam some
We bout to make it out, oh you the man with all the plans huh
I got a drug addiction
I keep a smile in my face but i still need some healing
You don't know about this pain so don't say that you feel me
I know one day that me and gang we gonna see them millions
And if you dissin on the gang i send my F's to get ya
Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Whitaker
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