[Intro]
Check, check, check
Aw, man
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[Verse]
Man, who is you talkin' to?
Everything in they arsenal'll hit you and take off a part o' you
After they target you, ain't nobody gon' talk to you
That shit is dead, Yu Yu Hakusho
When they spark at you, your homies will dart from you
Put that hawk in you and now they can't market you
'Fore they talk to you, just think what you got to lose
Don't get slapped with the Desi like Babalú
It's the Babadook, they'll break you like Shabba Doo
N***as robbin' with a shooter, Tha Carter II
'Cause they hungry and they do what they gotta do
Shit is grungy when you don't got a lot to lose
N***as frontin' 'cause it gives 'em a lot of views
Logical, I get what you gotta do
Just understand every n***a you talkin' to
Ain't just 'www.com'-ing you (Get it?)
They all take on Face Jean, then bomb
Stay strong, but you ain't gon' be stoppin' him
Hate on 'cause they on
I watch as they fall like fuckin' Jake Paul, Nate Robinson
So play on, playboy
But you can't make noise if your face ate floor after squabblin'
You just talkin' then, who let the goblin in?
Boy, my shit is fire like the Goblet, Harry Potter, man
Damn, I know why you think you spittin' dirty
'Cause every one of your verses is so fuckin' hella wordy
And some of you little birdies ain't really wake up too early
And when you spittin' like this, they gon' think you murkin' your verses
But they slowed up and I peeped it
Even sneaked in a little street shit
But they too shallow to be seasick
While I'm feastin' with the sharks at the deep end, ugh!
Razor blades on they face, they pussy
Zipper on they face like Babe hoodies
Sick piranhas they way, they boogie
Bitch, I'm all in your face, what's goody?
Take away they name, they get bullied
'Cause day-to-day, the lames, they get noogied
This YouTube makes 'em fake look Woody
And they ain't even makin' cake, pussy
Fake rappers gettin' put in a cake batter
It could serve eighty-eight platters
Bendin' curbs in a grey Phantom
But if n***as can swerve on you, homie, it ain't matter
'Cause them leather seats, they tatter
Doesn't matter that tints on the window. 'cause they shatter
Don't get lost in the grey matter
I'm the Grey Hulk, you'll need Grey's Anatomy, you actor
I'll Maytag ya, ASAP, then
Take back this great map like a straight savage
No Ziploc, I'll take Glad, then
Do whatever it fuckin' takes to straight bag ya
Like Bad Boy, I'll straight jack you
Take that, take that, take that, you
Might need a straitjacket
And straight talkin' in a room that's straight padded
"Soon, I might buy a straight Patek"
If they say that, they cappin'
Made it off of straight rappin'
No games like Activision, my vision's active
This Jodeci, and they Gavin
Sorry, face swaggin'
Silly me
Who am I to show you n***as all this versatility?
My logic is, "This is homicide"
Let me talk to you just guy-to-guy
I could fuck yo' bitch, but that ain't fly
She said, "Keep it lower than Mulatto's eye"
You'll be irie, n***as and bitches is shiesty
Prolly thought that was your wifey, bitches is grimy
She took yo' cash and poof'd like magic
That bitch Hermione (Woo!)
And I be
Sharper than Spiz'ikes in these Spike Lee's
Make a corpse out 'em
But that ain't wine all on your white tee
Addicted to this game
No rehab, don't Amy Wine' me
Been thinkin' of Amy lately
Like "Baby, they did you grimy!"
She said, "I don't got the time
And plus, my daddy thinks I'm fine"
Those lyrics haunt my mind
'Cause she must o' been hurtin' the whole time
Ain't got shit to do with this rhyme
I just think that she need more shine
[Outro]
Face!