Facade Lyrics

I know some people who wake up and feel like I need to go owe em' sum

Made about five, what I had on, them rick owens

Everything change when you know that you gettin' on

Patch on my jeans, yeah they ask where I get em' from

N***** ain't real they just tough when they get a gun

Get to that bag then you must put ya' homie on

Never no *** cause I never could change for nun

I know some n***** who screamin' "no handouts"

But beg for the most why the f*** would they criticize?

Make about two

Every morning im always on go and this s*** might just feel like a exercise

Everything change, ever since the bandemic

The rich done got rich and the broke end up jealous

Hate on the next man?, Young n**** go run it up

B****** be askin' for s*** ion' give em' nun

Made a few thou' then I go hit the block again

Back in my bag i might go 'head and shop again

Know its some n***** who needed my help

But ain't run with the plan so they go 'head and rob again

Gave so much hope now they call me a preacher

Ain't no facade cause my pain like a reaper

Ain't no facade, you can ask all my bruddas

Or you can ask h*** who done said im no other

Told you before that my plug name was Lance

Back in the days he was givin' out bundles

Shoutout them n***** who there from the start

Y'all was holdin' it down when we just had each other

Palm Angels my slides like im Jay HBF

Seen a few n***** who called in for techs

Ain't trustin' nobody I got too much goin' on

Told you before it's gone' change when you get a gun

You rockin' VVS, Why you tuckin' ya diamonds

Im takin' ya b****, with the drip I be tryin

Down to my lowest I got me a new plug

It made me some bands so they called me a roadrunner

Bro just cleaned he was tweaked of the meds

Locked in for life with my shoota' with dreads

Gang at the table we eatin' tilapia

Don't even know why you hate when im proud of ya

I know some people who wake up and feel like I need to go owe em' sum

Made about five, when I had on them rick owens

Everything change when you know that you gettin' on

Patch on my jeans, yeah they ask where I get em' from

N***** ain't real they just tough when they get a gun

Get to that bag then you must put ya' homie on

Never no *** cause I never could change for nun

I know some n***** who screamin' "no handouts"

But beg for the most why the f*** would they criticize?

Make about two

Every morning im always on go and this s*** might just feel like a exercise

Everything change, ever since the bandemic

The rich done got rich and the broke end up jealous

Hate on the next man? Young n**** go run it up

B****** be askin' for s*** ion' give em' nun

Made a few thou' then I go hit the block again

Back in my bag i might go 'head and shop again

Know its some n***** who needed my help

But ain't run with the plan so they go 'head and rob again

Gave so much hope now they call me a preacher

Ain't no facade cause my pain like a reaper

Ain't no facade, you can ask all my bruddas

Or you can ask **** who done said im no other