Dead Faces

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you wanna be a boss, you gotta drop a bag

I been sliding on thin ice without a hockey mask
Dead faces with me, I'ma need a body bag
I did favors out of love, I don't gotta brag
I think the nigga hate me because he ain't me

Feel like I'm living in a movie, this shit HD
I could never let a hard time break me

She was aggressive for some dick, I let her rape me
I never been the type to dickeat for some safety
All I show is love, how can you hate me?

I'm a humble nigga, please don't get me pissed off

Everyday I'm hustlin', but I'm not Rick Ross
Now it's time to ball, I been ready for the tip-off
I was just a pup, still running with the
big dogs
Claim you never wrong, it's like I'm talking to a brick wall

Bustin' some moves with these blues like it's the Crip Walk

I ain't even 'bout to settle, I need all
blues
Posting everything online, not a smart move
Acting childish, she watching me like cartoons

I only hit her once, she asking for a part two
Bitch I'm up, so I'm blocking out the down talk
Antisocial, I don't wanna be around y'all
The love fake, they just praying on my downfall
This bitch want me to scoop her like she a ground ball

If you wanna be a boss, you gotta drop a bag
I been sliding on thin ice without a hockey mask
Dead faces with me, I'ma need a body bag
I did favors out of love, I don't gotta brag
I think the nigga hate me because he ain't me
Feel like I'm living in a movie, this shit HD
I could never let a hard time break me

She was aggressive for some dick, I let her rape me



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Writer(s): Brendon Poulson
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