Kenyadda - Facades Lyrics

I don't feel yall niggas but I feel myself
Cuz I look in the mirror and I'm still myself
I spotted the facades from the real ones
And all these people rolling they the trill ones
I don't feel yall niggas but I feel myself
Cuz I look in the mirror and I'm still myself
I spotted the facades from the real ones
And all these people rolling they the trill ones

Back to the basics, back to the basement
Underground as f*ck, Styrofoam cup
Promethazine my nigga swisher after swisher
Roze got them thangs and I just popped me some strange
You know them thangs bopping these women love Kenn
Cuz Yadda got the sauce, Polo like Lacrosse
Young Robert Frost my poetry never lost
An orgy or a G, I keep it grand I'ma boss
Got damn, I don't think they recognize skill
They never will I'm not content dawg until I front the bill
Chinchilla for my monday niggas that mean my day ones
Some days I feel i'm noble man some days I feel like Akon
Convict, I'm slanging bomb dick mami I'm cocky
You can't get a copy a proxy they tried
But they couldn't box me out
I'm back on my grind white tees and a pair of air ones
Rubber band banks boing, boing this aint a far one at all

I don't feel yall niggas but I feel myself
Cuz I look in the mirror and I'm still myself
I spotted the facades from the real ones
And all these people rolling they the trill ones
I don't feel yall niggas but I feel myself
Cuz I look in the mirror and I'm still myself
I spotted the facades from the real ones
And all these people rolling they the trill ones

I don't feel yall but I feel myself
At the end of the day I'm still myself
All yall niggas fake aint trying to hate
I just want the cake so my family straight
All you niggas late, aint trying play
All you in the way I can't relate

I never settle for bronze
I never follow footsteps, two steps ahead of LeBron
Picture me rolling had a cavalier that year taught me lessons
Don't ever cry over spoiled milk that shit get depressing
I told yall on Back At It this was my Coming of age
I dun slaved for a legitimate wage, I give up
I shoulda hussled with (uh), I swear this shit get so deep
I lost sleep, I lost friends, I lost ends can't reverse it back
I just converse on these tracks
Gotta watch my back these niggas crazy ones
I'm sleep with my third eye open and it's not a lazy one
Now I gotta baby son this shit dun got realer
And pops doing a long bid shit I got to go big F*ck

I don't feel yall niggas but I feel myself
Cuz I look in the mirror and I'm still myself
I spotted the facades from the real ones
And all these people rolling they the trill ones
I don't feel yall niggas but I feel myself
Cuz I look in the mirror and I'm still myself
I spotted the facades from the real ones
And all these people rolling they the trill ones