Facade

Take your favourite rapper, paste his face inside an ashtray

Flying high to the top where the cash waits

Huh, huh?

I'm back in the game, my first footsteps shatter the frame

Battered like cake, and bruised but no lash on my face

A mask in its place, now losing view of tracks getting played

And my career ain't sinking, it's just packing the weight

Y'all can't hold it down like me, y'all just drowning in the beat

I stay grounded on my feet while still touching the sky

Higher than a pound of weed

I got thousands in my reach