Yung TableCloth - Face The Facts (pilot) Lyrics

Face the facts my nigga we not the same level
I'm looking at these rappers chains y'all got the same pebble
I want more than what I got I can't remain settled
These niggas stay up on the pot they like the same kettle
I'm the hottest in my motherfucking grade level
The state devil, antihero of the friend group
They want to kill me off alone y'all got to send troops
I could beef but I got business to attend to
Drake smooth
Now I can see how all the snakes move
I'll take 2
Beat a nigga take his fake shoes
I'll state move
And still be king like Blake do
I'll break groove
And do my own thing shake roofs
Y'all are a witness to the greatest
Run like fitness not the straightest
I got a business I'm the latest
Spitting written's is my basis
I will not stop till I'm diseased
They said my bars had been decreased
And all my people been policed
While the rich just get obese
Let me stop it
I don't want to darken the tone
But if they want smoke I might have to carbon the zone
I'm so different man I feel like a Martian not home
A flower boy man I feel like a garden that's grown
Rock star Status man that's just what I'm feeling like
Pop star acting man I'm high up like the ceiling lights
Don't come talking bout the old me I'm over it
I set the bar high, these niggas tried to lower it
Off the top like a motherfucking bad barber
I'm on a whole other level y'all just act smarter
Carrying the game so much that I got bad posture
If all these niggas is my sons then I'm a whack father
I rap harder boy
You busy smacking daughters boy
Domestic abuse on the beat 'cause I'm too nice
Fuck a bad bitch nigga I need 2 wives
Keep the circle small nigga look up at the crew size
Damn bitch I'm too wise
Yeah the kid is back like he never left
I'm the hottest out and no ones better yet
I'll ignore your bitch like we never met
They begging for my spot but they will never get it
Recalling all the times they said I'd flop I don't forget shit
And to all the people who just left you're going to regret it
You get cropped up out the frame like a edit
Don't say it twice if I meant it then I said it
Hottest nigga since the tube socks
I'm the only nigga making moons rock
Cartoon bars yeah a nigga getting animated
I was alone with my thoughts they got contaminated
Beat drops
And it's RIP to SpeakKnockz
Beat box and flee spots
That's what it was growing up
17 and I'm never pouring up
Growing up I'm poor enough
I don't know what I'm storing up
Face the facts boy I'm staying at the top spot
I stay connected to your hoe like I'm a hotspot
Feel like Snoop Dogg 'cause everything I drops hot
I'm whipping up I'm in the motherfucking crockpot
I'm on my Rock star shit bitch I feel like I made
GTA Five
Stinging like a Bee I got a motherfucking hive
And the party isn't lit until the tablecloth arrives
Bitch my name is YTC I'm here to fucking thrive

Face the facts my nigga we not the same level
I'm looking at these rappers chains y'all got the same pebble
I want more than what I got I can't remain settled
These niggas stay up on the pot they like the same kettle
I'm the hottest in my motherfucking grade level
The state devil, antihero of the friend group
They want to kill me off alone y'all got to send troops
I could beef but I got business to attend to
Drake smooth
Now I can see how all the snakes move
I'll take 2
Beat a nigga take his fake shoes
I'll state move
And still be king like Blake do
I'll break groove
And do my own thing shake roofs
Y'all are a witness to the greatest
Run like fitness not the straightest
I got a business I'm the latest
Spitting written's is my basis
I will not stop till I'm diseased
They said my bars had been decreased
And all my people been policed
While the rich just get obese
Let me stop it
I don't want to darken the tone
But if they want smoke I might have to carbon the zone
I'm so different man I feel like a Martian not home
A flower boy man I feel like a garden that's grown
Rock star Status man that's just what I'm feeling like
Pop star acting man I'm high up like the ceiling lights
Don't come talking bout the old me I'm over it
I set the bar high, these niggas tried to lower it
Off the top like a motherfucking bad barber
I'm on a whole other level y'all just act smarter
Carrying the game so much that I got bad posture
If all these niggas is my sons then I'm a whack father
I rap harder boy
You busy smacking daughters boy
Domestic abuse on the beat 'cause I'm too nice
Fuck a bad bitch nigga I need 2 wives
Keep the circle small nigga look up at the crew size
Damn bitch I'm too wise
Yeah the kid is back like he never left
I'm the hottest out and no ones better yet
I'll ignore your bitch like we never met
They begging for my spot but they will never get it
Recalling all the times they said I'd flop I don't forget shit
And to all the people who just left you're going to regret it
You get cropped up out the frame like a edit
Don't say it twice if I meant it then I said it
Hottest nigga since the tube socks
I'm the only nigga making moons rock
Cartoon bars yeah a nigga getting animated
I was alone with my thoughts they got contaminated
Beat drops
And it's RIP to SpeakKnockz
Beat box and flee spots
That's what it was growing up
17 and I'm never pouring up
Growing up I'm poor enough
I don't know what I'm storing up
Face the facts boy I'm staying at the top spot
I stay connected to your hoe like I'm a hotspot
Feel like Snoop Dogg 'cause everything I drops hot
I'm whipping up I'm in the motherfucking crockpot
I'm on my Rock star shit bitch I feel like I made
GTA Five
Stinging like a Bee I got a motherfucking hive
And the party isn't lit until the tablecloth arrives
Bitch my name is YTC I'm here to fucking thrive