Face It

Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
All of these opps they be constantly watching me
Honestly boy do you not see the problem?
Be honest, you're saying you're rich while in poverty
Part of me thinks that you don't got autonomy
Gotta be truthful, gotta be patient
You always lying and you never waiting
I'm grabbing the mic and I'm making a statement
You honestly think you could stay and not face it?
Yuh, stand up and face it (yuh)
Cause right now you're facing the ditch (rrrr)
I don't got time for a diss
Not wasting breath on a kid (nah)
Childish games you be playing like oh
Three next in the line, that's tic tac toe
Earning my spot at the top
Every time that I drop
So I'll reap what I sow, yuh
Face to face I don't bring grace (stupid)
Pacing late to break his face (bruise it)
Chase a race always laze (Susan)
Yuh, ruthless
Never finna go back to the way I was before
Look I left it and I'm staying, I've already closed the door
I worked so hard just to leave you, it already got me sore
My decision has been rendered and there is not but or or, uh
But you wanna come back cause you see my skill
Rapping bout bodies like he'd ever kill
Never no cap on my raps cut the bill
Imma be truthful till I make a mill
I'm like the beastie boys my rhymes are ill
Ill
Yuh, for real
He don't wanna turn with the brick
Cause he feeling really sick
And he know that I'm gonna beat 'em quick
And he never wanna spin
Cause he feeling really dizzed
He was late to the biz
And he gonna get dissed by Nick
Huh, nah, AKA Brick
Diss little kids
Cause they always flick
Flexing your fit
It's looking like -
Check out my wrist
I got what you wish
It is called competence
Thinks he is fly, calls himself Icarus
Ironic he fell off, he had too much confidence
Compliment mirrors, he is incompetent
Think you look good, you must have no common sense
Starting an argument, my bars are like armament
I am the king and you are just parliament, yuh

If I wasn't short I would bash your whole face in
Texting your girl, she dry like a raisin
Talkin 'bout me your life I will be takin
Pull up to your spot leave your whole body shakin
You do not scare me, boy you wear a diaper
I make the moves, you sit in a recliner
Yeah my boy talkin' but aren't you in choir
Yeah I'm in band, I'm still your rectifier
He pulled up with the stick so I pulled out the
sword
Son tried to diss and it rained and it poured
Please do not speak why you shaped like a gourd
You pull up to the stu but too scared to record
Slitting his throat leave him wet like he rich
Keep up the talk and end up in a ditch
Shots through your brain make your whole body twitch
And I'll hit you so hard make your DNA glitch
You better run when you see the red laser
I'm gonna chase your gang down with a razor
Movin down the street like I'm a speed racer
When you see me boy you know it means danger
Woah, I'm an assassin and I kill (aye)
I'm rappin screw it so it's drill (huh)
Pull out my sword and your guts spill (yuh)
Boy in a pickle like he dill, woah
I'm an assassin and I'll make you dead
Run up on me and I'll put you to bed
Rewind the line to hear what you said
Best thing comin from your mouth is head
All of these opps they be constantly watching me
Honestly boy do you not see the problem?
Be honest, you're saying you're rich while in poverty
Part of me thinks that you don't got autonomy
Gotta be truthful, gotta be patient
You always lying and you never waiting
I'm grabbing the mic and I'm making a statement
You honestly think you could stay and not face it?
Yuh
Yuh