2 the Face! (Bonus)
Aye im really not okay
Like gucci man had to make the track aye
See me in the back wait proly h y p
Yea im never late
Just tryna hide my face
A beast should stay in its cage
Fly like bat no cave
Yall aint really want a part of this until we start it up
Yea the money jus keep comin in so many ways gota add it up
Take ya soul and jus throw it away man a bitch ain't bad enough
Stories couldnt get sad enough
On a beat be fabulous
Glorious strivin for maximus
Yea my shit be factual
Get to the bag n cash it out
The whips ain't fast enough
Titans we the last of us
Had to act right up
But wait, who made this track aye
If rapping was a sport Then we'd be hall o fame
Beat gone chop like blades
Prolly jus tryna blaze
So far gone yea y'all not finding me
It's that time And it really feel like noone proud of me
Hit em with the yea im fine
Decompress what's on my mind
I'd put everything on the line
Yea Ain't got much to lose
Pull the darkness from the vast yea to
Bring more thunder boom
It's that time verse unpeel
Yea These rappers lunchables
Yea the truth is questionable
So this shit a audible
Tryna be impressionable
Cuz i swear its all they know
Said it before
On and on
Do it alone
Nanana
Im in a zone
You cant undo
Dont call my phone
And act brand new
Stuck ina zone leave me alone
Never goin home Do We live in a dome
Too Impeccable
Go crazy go dumb like fools
Man they knew we hot like flu
Like gucci man had to make the track aye
See me in the back wait proly h y p
Yea im never late
Just tryna hide my face
A beast should stay in its cage
Fly like bat no cave
Yall aint really want a part of this until we start it up
Yea the money jus keep comin in so many ways gota add it up
Take ya soul and jus throw it away man a bitch ain't bad enough
Stories couldnt get sad enough
On a beat be fabulous
Glorious strivin for maximus
Yea my shit be factual
Get to the bag n cash it out
The whips ain't fast enough
Titans we the last of us
Had to act right up
But wait, who made this track aye
If rapping was a sport Then we'd be hall o fame
Beat gone chop like blades
Prolly jus tryna blaze
So far gone yea y'all not finding me
It's that time And it really feel like noone proud of me
Hit em with the yea im fine
Decompress what's on my mind
I'd put everything on the line
Yea Ain't got much to lose
Pull the darkness from the vast yea to
Bring more thunder boom
It's that time verse unpeel
Yea These rappers lunchables
Yea the truth is questionable
So this shit a audible
Tryna be impressionable
Cuz i swear its all they know
Said it before
On and on
Do it alone
Nanana
Im in a zone
You cant undo
Dont call my phone
And act brand new
Stuck ina zone leave me alone
Never goin home Do We live in a dome
Too Impeccable
Go crazy go dumb like fools
Man they knew we hot like flu
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Frequency
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