faucet

chef sweaty braising your faculty, face getting gray from the ash, but i'm laughing, that's the trace of me nigga, fuck out my face while i'm thinking, ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute, my days numbered, i'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em, i feel like i'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards, it's still fuck you and whoever you showed up with, just trying to see an end and some steadier hands, who you callin' your mans, bet you thought he was solid, when he really just sand, washing away with the water, i'm a land mammal, staying away from the altar, shit changed in the august, in the wake of that august, last autumn the leaves fell, and i raked in the profit, disobeying the doctor, the good guy prescribe, faith they never caught 'em, chasing these rabbits, whole face in the faucet, and i don't know who house to call home lately, i hope my phone break, let it ring, toe to toe with the foes, new and old, basic hoes try to cage him like the po, when i run, don't chase me, solid, so the funds don't phase me, on tour wildin' by the truck stop racists, as hard as finding me a, a common thread between us, raised different, my momma, she born readily, to get shit poppin' like the gun's off safety, sayin' easy and doing harder when you get caught up, raised neck and neck with nak, so i'm a fluid brawler, rain checkin' on ya product, never 'pressing papa, out the toaster, i gotta focus on my family problems, shrunk and widened up with the bumps in my personal finance, it hurt cause i can't keep a date or put personal time in, a reverse of the times when my face didn't surprise you, before i did the shit that earned me my term on that island, can't put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket, shit in a pile, never change, i'm stupid for tryin', still this nigga too busy wildin', and i don't know who house to call home lately, i hope my phone break, let it ring, toe to toe with the foes, new and old, basic hoes try to cage him like the po, when i run, don't chase me