Brodie - Faces (feat. Kyle Bent) Lyrics

Ay
Surreal just like Alice in Wonderland
How hard he gon' go, yea I wonder man
Young Bent you know he need a lot of bands
Cuz he heat up dope like the summer man
Dumping at all of the haters
I don't got time out for none of these fakers
Really talk reckless, you know we gon' spray em
That shot, shot, shot let out the proof in the air
That's gorgeous, you know we stick to our word
Dat be the bond, I know they done heard
Ain't tell no lies but this on my conscience
Definitely bout life that fake shit gon' haunt us
Gotta be real or you stuck in the matrix
I love myself and I embrace my hatred
Niggas want war so you know we gon' bake em
Cross him up, 71-2 way I shake him
Good lord
Bitch I was made for this
I save the game, I don't take off my cape for this
Cuz I'm straight with this
I'm never late for this
If they wanna test out this strength
I lift weight for this
I'm a young god I woke up and create this shit
They know its true that the reason they hate this shit
Bitch I'm amazing, yea
I'm 1 of 1
I woke up and said hello to the sun
She waved back and Said its real nice to meet ya
Bitch it's an honor real mamacita
I got the dollars, throw it like preachers
Like I'm Indala, my soul is mystic
I got the shine and you know I don't miss it
I got the shine and you know Imma hit it, damn

Man Bent out here, speaking all this f*cking truth
All these no face ass mother f*ckers tryna get on my dick
Man stop lying, You ain't got shit, you ain't got hype
You ain't got clout, ain't nobody looking at you
But you know what man

Sometimes I get so ahead of myself
You shouldn't believe 'less I said it myself
All bout that green I eat lettuce and kelp
Come for your neck put your head on my shelf
Cut out the snakes just to better my health
As I get all my wealth
Mmm
I notice you lurking
I know this for certain
You f*cking with me
Then you begging for help

New hits need me like Geico
Shoe fits but it don't look right though
Big trips then they fall fe-fi-fo
Small kids we was walking on a tight rope
Old girl probably talking out of spite though
But she singing at work like Hi-Hoo
And the song in her head bet its mine though
'Cuz she still getting wet from the high notes

Two faced, hoes get rinsed like toothpaste
And they make a run for the cash
Like Ussein, that your boo thang cuz your too lame
This game like Harvey Dent fighting Bruce Wayne
You gon' need the army, navy, and a few tank
Just to come a do thangs, I expect my due thanks
Ayy

Little fake young boy tryna bite my sound
But it sucks like two fangs
I'm an ass and titty boy in his duffle bag
Like its 2Chainz
This one for city boys and them city girls
Who moving like loose change
Who don't let their groups change
Who holding it down for the new wave
And don't need a new face