LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBlack Faces (Feat. Nipsey Hussle)
Turn that beat up for meReally everything, like the headphonesYeah, yeah, a little bit louderNo punch, you know that mean that we workin' hardLook, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrantLifestyle illegit, but know I own businessesStarted out the trunk, ended up at the dealershipAll gold Rollie, black face no blemishesLegend in my city cause I grind so vigorousIf I show my face west of Texas, that's a big eventGotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me ventI'm really out here on some shit, you should take a flickBallin' on my own ten toes, so the difference isI call shots never ask for permission, manI got a lot of big plans in my vision andI ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yesI'm a problem, failed test, it's only getting worseI swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yoursI'm killin' niggas solo so you know I'm gettin' moreNow that young Gambino on the chorus, goThis is for that real shit, this is for that East sideThis is for my bad girls, this is for them good guysThis is for my grandma, this is for that West sideThis is for them niggas talkin' shit on a websiteDamn I feel good, you ain't feelin' nothin'This is for my niggas who be livin' dime a dozenBino got that good shit, Nipsey got them acesOn some young rich shit, Kennedys with black facesYeah, black facesMy Rollie so racist, all black facesObama on that million dollar bill, black facesYeah, nigga, black facesLook, yo I got thisYo, turn, turn it up a littleAy, here we go, okayLeague of my own, swag Geena DavisOnly rapper make 100k on your playlistNiggas talk on twitter, but in life they don't say shitMy Rollie so racist, all black facesWe the new, face it, kill 'em like JasonGrind in my sleep man a nigga need bracesWonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous typeThey ain't mention Bino? Man that shit must be on purpose, right?Hostile, nigga my styleKind of flow to paint a picture, Norman RockwellI don't eat pasta, everything is low-carbI don't fly coach now, say I fly GoyardLeave a face covered in that coast guardMetaphor Mozart, all we do is tell 'em the truthM Fox to my people on some family tiesMagazines got black faces when somebody diesI mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin' to survivePeople wrestle over petty cashWhen we should be really cryin' over that one percentLike we tipped a milk glassFuck y'all, I'mma let my grandkids ballLook to the future, these dudes so last weekSee me stuntin' so Conde NastyMe and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rentOwn shit, so Jim Crow shit, black facesAy, nigga, black facesBlack facesThat's royalty, nigga
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