Face the Facts

I keep it real
Crossing the road ain't no chicken
Looks that could kill
Baddie my side and she grippin

In the foreign flee
Sick fit I sneeze
It's time to be
A masterpiece
I mastered peace
My minds at ease

But it's no time to play and tease
Just peep the signs I got the keys
You can't rewind so watch your feet
Go walk the line cause that's your fate
One day you'll face
That judgment date

Put a tag up on those toes
Death from sickness bullet holes
It's a fendi that your fold
But where they gonna send your soul

Before that let's make it clear
You gon have to fight so fast the fear
Got that bass that blast the ear
Get out my face can't match in here
In a different state my body's here
Made it out the race I know I'm near
Been on my grind so I switch the gear
Get off my line you bottom tier

When the mask crack they gon start crying
Once you know the facts they gon start dying
I've been moving tact nah I ain't lying
Better move back imma up the fire
I'm an old king but a young sire
I'm ain't off the drugs but I'm getting higher
Got your own will roll till you're tired
If you break the deal then you expired

Can't see how moving because I'm rocking black
And the biz always booming got my brain on math
Better pray because of predator is known to attack
Better stay on the pad because you slow to react

Closing my eyes but I still got the vision
Why are you saying dogs but you always be bitching
They ask what your game is pape is what I'm pimping
No I can't stay dayroom moving different

I keep it real
Crossing the road ain't no chicken
Looks that could kill
Baddie my side and she grippin

In the foreign flee
Sick fit I sneeze
It's time to be
A masterpiece
I mastered peace
My minds at ease

But it's no time to play and tease
Just peep the signs I got the keys
You can't rewind so watch your feet
Go walk the line cause that's your fate
One day you'll face
That judgment date

Put a tag up on those toes
Death from sickness bullet holes
It's a fendi that your fold
But where they gonna send your soul

Before that let's make it clear
You gon have to fight so fast the fear
Got that bass that blast the ear
Get out my face can't match in here
In a different state my body's here
Made it out the race I know I'm near
Been on my grind so I switch the gear
Get off my line you bottom tier

When the mask crack they gon start crying
Once you know the facts they gon start dying
I've been moving tact nah I ain't lying
Better move back imma up the fire
I'm an old king but a young sire
I'm ain't off the drugs but I'm getting higher
Got your own will roll till you're tired
If you break the deal then you expired



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Brown
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