CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Face the Facts (pilot)
Face the facts my n***a we not the same level
I’m looking at these rappers chains yall got the same pebble
I want more than what I got I can’t remain settled
These n***as stay up on the pot they like the same kettle
I’m the hottest in my motherf**king grade level
The state devil, antihero of the friend group
They wanna kill me off alone y’all gotta send troops
I could beef but I got business to attend to
Drake smooth
Now I can see how all the snakes move
I’ll take 2
Beat a n***a take his fake shoes
I’ll state move
And still be king like Blake do
I’ll break groove
And do my own thing shake roofs
Y’all are a witness to the greatest
Run like fitness not the straightest
I got a business I’m the latest
Spitting writtens is my basis
I will not stop till I’m diseased
They said my bars had been decreased
And all my people been policed
While the rich just get obese
Lemme stop it
I don’t wanna darken the tone
But if they want smoke I might have to carbon the zone
I’m so different man I feel like a Martian not home
A flower boy man I feel like a garden that’s grown
Rockstar Status man that’s just what i’m feeling like
Popstar acting man i’m high up like the ceiling lights
Don’t come talking bout the old me i’m over it
I set the bar high, these n***as tried to lower it
Off the top like a motherf**king bad barber
I'm on a whole other level yall just act smarter
Carrying the game so much that i got bad posture
If all these n***as is my sons then I'm a wack father
I rap harder boy
You busy smacking daughters boy
Domesti-buse on the beat ‘cause i’m too nice
F**k a bad b*t*h n***a i need 2 wives
Keep the circle small n***a look up at the crew size
Damn b*t*h i’m too wise
Yeah the kid is back like he never left
I’m the hottest out and no ones better yet
I’ll ignore yo b*t*h like we never met
They begging for my spot but they will never get it
Recalling all the times they said i’d flop i don’t forget sh*t
And to all the people who just left u gon regret it
You get cropped up out the frame like a edit
Don’t say it twice if i meant it then i said it
Hottest n***a since the tube socks
I’m the only n***a making moons rock
Cartoon bars yeah a n***a getting animated
I was alone with my thoughts they got contaminated
Beat drops, and it’s RIP to SpeakKnockz
Beatbox and flee spots
That’s what it was growing up
17 and i’m never pouring up
Growing up i’m poor enough
I don’t know what i’m storing up
(I'm gone)
Face the facts boy i’m staying at the top spot
I stay connected to yo hoe like i’m a hotspot
Feel like Snoop Dogg ‘cause everything i drops hot
I’m whipping up i’m in the motherf**king crockpot
I’m on my Rockstar sh*t b*t*h i feel like i made GTA Five
Stinging like a Bee i got a motherf**king hive
And the party isn’t lit until the tablecloth arrives
B*t*h my name is YTC i’m here to f**king thrive
I’m looking at these rappers chains yall got the same pebble
I want more than what I got I can’t remain settled
These n***as stay up on the pot they like the same kettle
I’m the hottest in my motherf**king grade level
The state devil, antihero of the friend group
They wanna kill me off alone y’all gotta send troops
I could beef but I got business to attend to
Drake smooth
Now I can see how all the snakes move
I’ll take 2
Beat a n***a take his fake shoes
I’ll state move
And still be king like Blake do
I’ll break groove
And do my own thing shake roofs
Y’all are a witness to the greatest
Run like fitness not the straightest
I got a business I’m the latest
Spitting writtens is my basis
I will not stop till I’m diseased
They said my bars had been decreased
And all my people been policed
While the rich just get obese
Lemme stop it
I don’t wanna darken the tone
But if they want smoke I might have to carbon the zone
I’m so different man I feel like a Martian not home
A flower boy man I feel like a garden that’s grown
Rockstar Status man that’s just what i’m feeling like
Popstar acting man i’m high up like the ceiling lights
Don’t come talking bout the old me i’m over it
I set the bar high, these n***as tried to lower it
Off the top like a motherf**king bad barber
I'm on a whole other level yall just act smarter
Carrying the game so much that i got bad posture
If all these n***as is my sons then I'm a wack father
I rap harder boy
You busy smacking daughters boy
Domesti-buse on the beat ‘cause i’m too nice
F**k a bad b*t*h n***a i need 2 wives
Keep the circle small n***a look up at the crew size
Damn b*t*h i’m too wise
Yeah the kid is back like he never left
I’m the hottest out and no ones better yet
I’ll ignore yo b*t*h like we never met
They begging for my spot but they will never get it
Recalling all the times they said i’d flop i don’t forget sh*t
And to all the people who just left u gon regret it
You get cropped up out the frame like a edit
Don’t say it twice if i meant it then i said it
Hottest n***a since the tube socks
I’m the only n***a making moons rock
Cartoon bars yeah a n***a getting animated
I was alone with my thoughts they got contaminated
Beat drops, and it’s RIP to SpeakKnockz
Beatbox and flee spots
That’s what it was growing up
17 and i’m never pouring up
Growing up i’m poor enough
I don’t know what i’m storing up
(I'm gone)
Face the facts boy i’m staying at the top spot
I stay connected to yo hoe like i’m a hotspot
Feel like Snoop Dogg ‘cause everything i drops hot
I’m whipping up i’m in the motherf**king crockpot
I’m on my Rockstar sh*t b*t*h i feel like i made GTA Five
Stinging like a Bee i got a motherf**king hive
And the party isn’t lit until the tablecloth arrives
B*t*h my name is YTC i’m here to f**king thrive
