Face It

Woah
Watch out with my soul
Woah
You got all control
All these meds to the head baby I'm in love with those
I ain't really humble bitch I been in my zone
Face it
We don't really mix
Yeah we don't really mix
But I'm really bout this shit
I can show you what you is
I put my all in
But we still keep fallin'

Amiri Fendi Prada and some lean bitch
I take percs and then I drive this shit keyless
How you infiltrate my head and all my feelings
Yeah I stack this money high that shit touch the ceiling
Aye fuck it
Where the fuck my plug go
Where the fuck the drugs go
Where the fuck the love go
They envious
They watchin' pockets
So I fuck on they bitch and make em watch it
Brand new whip I don't how to stop it
Had to cut 'em off cause they all in my wallet

Woah
Watch out with my soul
Woah
You got all control
All these meds to the head baby I'm in love with those
I ain't really humble bitch I been in my zone
Face it
We don't really mix
Yeah we don't really mix
But I'm really bout this shit
I can show you what you is
I put my all in
But we still keep fallin'

Where was you at when I got them charges
Now you crawl back when I got that profit
I smoke dope nigga I roll chronic
Need new shoes I just spilled lean on 'em
Margiela coat if I'm really bein' honest
She do coke in the back of a Honda
Mama so stressed so I do it in her honor
Live off of these cheap thrills soon I'll be dead
When I am alone I just get up in my head
Where the fuck the purple at I'm used to seein' red
She don't want me overdosin' told her I take less

Woah
Watch out with my soul
Woah
You got all control
All these meds to the head baby I'm in love with those
I ain't really humble bitch I been in my zone
Face it
We don't really mix
Yeah we don't really mix
But I'm really bout this shit
I can show you what you is
I put my all in
But we still keep fallin'



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Writer(s): Owen Clark
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