Facade

When I walk in the party everybody gon' look my way
Never been to the beach, but they tryna ride my way
I grew up in the streets, had to buy me a brand new K
Some of them days we ain't know what to eat, but we still gotta find a way

Still gotta get to the money, the bands, we still gotta make a way
Some of you niggas grew up with money inside your hand, we ain't get it that way
We had to go out here and grind, we had to go stand on our ten
We had to go hustle to make a us a dime, and now I be like, why

Why you wanna live a life not meant for you
Why you tryna steal when you can whip the coupe
I'm not talking about what gang ties can do to you
You need to go to church, cause God the only one that get through to you

But me, I'm still whipping bands, I gotta get this shit how I can
But me, I never had a plan, I graduated the best I can
Shout out to my granny, cause she made me the man that I am
You grew up with your mom and dad, but wanna be a gangster, god damn

How do we get through to y'all? How we show you what you doing is not new do it all
You wanna scam and be a G then have probable cause
Cause most you pussy niggas can't survive them prison walls

74 the gang, that's the mafia, that's the shit I claim
You beefing, then we lock you in, boxing you, then we pop your brain
They switch up like the season, it's optional, but they like to change
He's teasing and we popping, I'm offing him, now his mom's insane

It didn't have to be that way if you did not wanna be cool
You should've stopped being a dumbass and just stayed your ass in school
They tell me that I'm stupid for rapping about the shit that's true
But I feel like if I don't do it, then they make me super rude



Credits
Writer(s): Jaylin Webb
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