Faces

[Intro, x3:] Stacking some faces... Money we chasing... [Verse I:] Unh! Handle a fellow Bold enough to play a hand with the Devil Going through life foot slammed on the pedal ..we burn like hand on the kettle Never been a puppet, not a fan of Gepetto Never pretended to be a man from the ghetto I just want a sweet crib like Hansel and Gretel ..name hot enough to brand on metal, so: Understand you a NASCAR Well I'm a NASA ship, ready to blast off I go SO hard, I broke both arms And still throwing punchlines with the cast off! H-h-hats off, with my glasses on And got more soul than a pair of platforms You better plat four, the more you act full You likely never heard nothing like that before [Hook x2:] Smoke is allowed; stacking some faces; Weed is a shot; when money we chasing; One is for pain; other one is a down; Can't think of tomorrow; too caught up in now [Verse II:] Smoking a forest; drink 'till I'm nauseous Roll up a spliff of that what the fuck ever you hecklers Who feeling skeptical want me to call it! The people that know me don't ever be asking me shit They just know it's the rawest; All they do it roll it and spark it All I do it spit till my money the tallest —still I be ballin', like: "Which one?" "Pick one!" Any destination that's a city Where the pretty young chicks from; Looking at a lot—yeah, my vision is an eyeful Kind like the Tower in the city where my kicks from Kick some till I'm blazed up I want get laid, not laid off I want be made, not Mad-off She valet all my clothes and take off Cause I'm sky high—get wit me Fucked the first, it was destiny We getting all money for a lot of dream mile Cuz you'll probably end up being the death of me [Hook x2:]