Produced by: Sam Wish, Tariq Beats & The Futuristiks It's a facade () gyal if I'm not so east I'm west From the body look what I have, know you have to God bless Ah, these ****** must be ****tin' me Are you kiddin' me? Physically, mentally send me shots I feel like they can't injure me, my finesse to infinity How these ****** pretend to be? I been carryin' this since inception, *****, remember me? Hoppin' out wild since 2011 Smokin' ****, dirty heathen, how I'm gon' learn a lesson? His back snap, leave him back flat with no further stressin' Still tryna figure if this passion is curse or blessin' The man is savage, back at it Gas is back, fumin' Back to back caps, no Metro, soon boomin' Why run from it? I can ******' shoot through it I'ma smoke 'em down to ash and brush it off, a new human I swear I been doin' this **** for too long If you think I'm losin' my ****, you too wrong On my too-high-to-give-a-****-what-you-on Tappin' in a new wave, and my rag is two-tone, ya dig? Now, I be goin' through ****, be havin' a lot on my mind But I'm so used to this ****, don't you worry about me, I'm fine I get finicky, get sick when I'm not out on my grind So I been workin' like a servant, watch my daughters recline Recline never, I'm better, pleasure when apply pressure Multiply my endeavors, I don't think I die ever Livi-livin' like a screenplay, every single weekday On the boulevard breakin' your dreams like Green Day Really in the action, y'all ****** best watch the replay, no inglés Put him in a sling, wait comprende, comprende? No inglés I put 'em in a... I swear I been doin' this **** for too long If you think I'm losin' my shit, you too wrong On my too-high-to-give-a-****-what-you-on Tappin' in a new wave, and my rag is two-tone, ya dig me? Ya dig me?