Faces On Time, Real Rap Flows!

Dammmn! grew up thinking faces on the dollar bill meant dat me and my family could sit back and chill, aint noboddy have to get up fucked up times get out and hustle move coke see fiens stay up out the county blues we already have the fetti the cash, the flows the green, been on the paper chase diffent people diffrent places sooner or later they all look like simular faces, errday i wake up i thanked God, devil been here been through seen it, stayed with my blacked out loccs on my eyes, they all be looking alot a like, on the block real late so could be my eyes adjusting to the morning the broad daylight, went from having nothing to having something, around here comes from at some of times hardest broke, getting by or just dont give a fuck, please when you step to these real Gs like me dont front dont play like you'll squeese bitch i sneezes with my guns death comes came for me dawg faced it with and with out my gun never even had to run, i dont play games alot feel me done seen it all to bottom to the top now we on top the west coast and dammn right we calling it a mafia and bet all real killas and dudes fashow ya already know down to fucking ryde, twin glock .45s stay tucked in a gangsta lean but always right there they stay by my side, like my buddy, and yuup he aint affaid to get dirty ass fuck stays muddy, im the new era gods son and flows stay on top my dome while your hoe on her knees and already know she'll blow, I move around alot for a reason stay in one spot too too long ya get hot, feel my lyrics they be fresh up off the block, im trying to see more faces shiit for all i care ya can call um faces of death, im still here above ground, I aint fear um, i just put my lyfes stories to a reallity if you still hating on me then you mad at me, how can ya be, most yall dont even really know me fashow feel me?,some older O.G.s wanted to try and take it from me wanna try and show ya G, shiiit me Fam I been a G, feel me, my flows gonna be the flows they try an steal, but please when ya meet me chill cause come to close to mines or my familys i will  still kill, and real talk its not a skit from kill bill feel me?,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     COURSE:        faces mane faces some may be faces of death some most be faces of Motivation like they be heaven sent, God knows we been searching for a blessing momma been stressing, felt like i was born with a curse i guess be a curse to rhyme, been done the and put in the time behind the bars to walking to driving all these cars,been a block boi call me a *HOODSTAR* living wrong at times felt as though i have to commit crimes do wrong nah nah dawg its just a rap a writing a song feel me!?.  

VERSE 2:   Ayye verse 2  now they asking how long he been in this game still standing still lasting, shiiit fam been wrapping them things in plastic syou knew how it went ,its seem me when you see me, remember me as a little G coming up out the slums stayed dirty i told ya fuck boys we stayed with our guns, nah clown not for fun, really had! to bust my Gats at cats and pussy mother fuckers coming up trying to take my crown come round and try and take over my town, i stay down to go a 100 rounds!, from anyone yalls guns, like jay say I got a honey bun HaHaHa!!!, trapping to back packing to slanging dem sacks all the way to rapping, and to think it all started from trapping and stapping, pistol plays feel me fams, God Dammmmn, am i lost or getting finally found i dont know my faces since a kid still with a frown, suppose to be all smiles when reaching for the crown, maybe cause alot des suppose to be day ones my real kin folk my natives since the jump the go way way back day before we was buying out the candy ciggerets been acting sideways acting funny feel it, be niave dumb founded, nah not me dawg texas born so since little been grown boss hog like a 200 pound slim thug, yuup real thug been a plug on the come up stay down till ya come updont try me dont even try to run up my gun leave ya done up, RealTalk said where ever i be posted at be my block  mean but poliet and respectful like 2pac! see me on ya block please dont take no shots we just trying to eat yes yes i stays with my heat like its miami they was mad when they found it on me, an please don call the police,stays hot woop woop watch out there go the hot boys dat one time, and they got mean mugs on the faces,faces,faces,feel me, get to know me dont try and show me see me when you see me cuzz, great me pleased to meet you, Ayye! all the way from the bottom to the top said it west coast audio productions stop fronting fuck boys and bitchs and snitchs i dig ditches leave ya far far awy or close but outta time ouuta sight, outta mind just a rhyme i got time!

faces mane faces some may be faces of death some most be faces of Motivation like they be heaven sent, God knows we been searching for a blessing momma been stressing, felt like i was born with a curse i guess be a curse to rhyme, been done the and put in the time behind the bars to walking to driving all these cars,been a block boi call me a *HOODSTAR* living wrong at times felt as though i have to commit crimes do wrong nah nah dawg its just a rap a writing a song feel me!?.