Dark Faces

What you on
What you on
Need me a house with a lawn
That's what I'm on
Second property in Tucson
Getting that skrilla every time I drop a new song
Put some respect on my name
I ain't no Jawn
Put me on stage
Gimme a mic
I'm dropping bombs
My money long
My flow strong
My time is now I can't hold on
I'm that savage that put my savages on
I'm Too rez I don't mess with blondes
My hair long
My clan strong
Hustle in my DNA
Word to my pops and my mom
Calling the shots I feel like a don
I'm an artist with this picture I drawn
On the real
We don't care how u feel
You know we been ill
sixth sense
We aim for the thrill
Whatever it takes to slay these bills
Whatever it takes to make a mill
Make a mill

What you on
What you on
Need me a house with a lawn
That's what I'm on
Second property in Tucson
Getting that skrilla every time I drop a new song
Put some respect on my name
I ain't no Jawn
I ain't no Jawn

Ran up the pay
Back when I was making minimum wage
Slanging bingo cards and tossing hay
Watch what you say
Cuz they don't play
I got a cousin
In every NHA
they toss down like MMA
High concentrate
Like Minute Maid
We getting paid
Whooping ass
Like a can a day
Like Bobby buchay
Yea we Flexed out like hogan
Do nan cheeda that's the slogan
Turn up the heat we looking like Skoden
I don't care what you told em
We running things like Oden
Making plays 2 in the morning
Like I orderfill on the night shift
I might just
Press the limits of righteous
You can't peep these moves with a physic
They tried it
Product of my environment
Never silent
I tried it
They set the bar
I defied it
They contest
I denied it
Over powered
override it
I'm on a different level
Different vibe
different frequency
Different time
They trying to be me with a different mind
But I walk a different line
Different pockets
I'm different kind
Too woke I be checking these different signs
Aye I'm too woke

What you on
What you on
Need me a house with a lawn
That's what I'm on
Second property in Tucson
Getting that skrilla every time I drop a new song
Put some respect on my name
I ain't no Jawn
I ain't no Jawn

Throw out the hate that got you blind
I own my label
I don't need a cosign
They relaxing
I was grinding the whole time
Leveling up my phone line
My contacts make impacts
I got uncs and nephs that spit facts
I got aunts that smoke the whole pack
Stressed
We from the trench you know that
Blessed
We step to the test
We gone eat when we in the mess
I say we Blessed
We step to the test
We gone eat when we in the mess



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Gibson
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