King Davie - Fuckface Lyrics

Imma
Imma
Mothafuckin'
Fuckface, asshole
Come and get ya mind blown
Imma make you take a trip into a different time zone
You looking for a handout, but I do this on my own
Yeah, you mothafuckas up on daddy money, bitch I'm grown
Bunch of sorry ass bitches only looking for attention
Yeah, you say you never fold, but you can't make it through detention
Switch up once you feel the slightest bit of resentment
And you might think that you slick, but you ain't good with discretion

I don't even need a mothafuckin' pension
Ya wallow in your sorrow, you just give it an extension
Tryna chase me down, but you can't find the directions
You a mothafuckin' clown, oh yeah, and I forgot to mention

We left the past at the mothafuckin' door
I ain't tryna live without control no more
I'm tired of waking up, face down on the floor
Walkin' 'round, nowhere to go, like I'm just somebody's whore

I said it once, twice, three times again
Won't reiterate if you can't get it through your head
I see your will is hanging by a tiny piece of thread
You shoulda thought about that before you made your bed
Cuz now you're here thinking that you're better off dead
And you can't make it through the day without seeing red
I can't bleed from that no more, all my blood's been bled
I can't worry bout a thing but making sure my mouth's fed

Got release after release, don't give a fuck about a lease
Puttin' everybody on, you could call me Mr. Beast
Got me and the team goin' hard in the east
And the paper stackin' up, so you know we bouta feast
Cuz we ain't playin' no games, get to the bag by any means
Whether it's tryna go legit, or out there sellin' to the fiends
Everywhere I go, I got the pack in my jeans
But I still be facing shit, "wanna smoke?" Bitch please!

To the top, from the bottom
Bodies dropping all around him
And he always on a mission, so he ain't got time to count 'em
Waiting for the moment that the fists can get to pounding'
But he ain't lookin' for trouble, just aware of his surroundings
Sick and tired of the shoutin'
Tryna spite the ones who doubt him
He just get straight to denouncing
Ain't no need for an announcement

He just keep making music for astounding individuals
Who wanna be residual, continuing the ritual
Doin' what it takes to move away from the habitual
Keeping shit continual, so they can chase the visual
To them, this shit ain't difficult, it's all just countin' syllables
Whether they be some criminals, or maybe just invisible
Busting out originals as if they workin' miracles
Ya see it all around, you better check your peripherals