Faceless

[Intro: YSB OG] Ayo, DJ Kenn, man, turn up, man, drop that shit, man, you know how we comin', man Squad All or Nothing [Chorus: Bladee] Am I really crazy? Crazy for you, baby Three grams to the face and now I'm feeling faceless Ride around in L.A., shoot like I'm the mayor Stay out of my way, could you do me a favor? Smoking in the park, yeah, feelin' like a skater Looking at me left, yeah, you look like a hater I'm not gonna say much, I'ma say a prayer Pull off in an Audi, I'ma see you later [Verse 1: YSB OG] And you's know I've been patiently waiting 'fore I got to explode All this fake beef, niggas better act like they know On the front line prayed up, ready for war Got them killers on the side of me, all my niggas hardcore Sippin' lean I just scored, finna go and hit the stove Now it's back to the yo, cookin' up, they want more Got an album in stores, went overseas on tour I was flying in different countries, waking up Rocking shows, did it all for the culture Gotta watch out for them vultures From the blocks of horror A lot of bloody fucking murders, mourn one, they get tortured We shining over here, burning hot, bitch, we scorching Told my girl I miss her when I'm touring [Chorus: Bladee] Am I really crazy? Crazy for you, baby Three grams to the face and now I'm feeling faceless Ride around in L.A., shoot like I'm the mayor Stay out of my way, could you do me a favor? Smoking in the park, yeah, feelin' like a skater Looking at me left, yeah, you look like a hater I'm not gonna say much, I'ma say a prayer Pull off in an Audi, I'ma see you later [Verse 2: YSB OG] Don't call my phone, I'm gon' ignore it Smoking three grams to the face, gas got me going In my bag, I'm in my zone and you snow I'm zoning Going ninety on the freeway, I ain't finna pull over Fuck the motherfucking DEA, she ain't on the [?] Gotta stack this money up, gotta feed my grans and mas Pray everyday to Allah, thankful I made it this far Paid the cost to be the boss, sometimes you gotta take loss Ice boss, I floss, ice chains, they gloss My bitch bad like Rosa Acosta Ain't no stopping till the show is over Stack the money till it's overflowing Shyne Boyz, Drain Gang, and you snow how we coming Got the .40, this bitch get to drumming [Chorus: Bladee] Am I really crazy? Crazy for you, baby Three grams to the face and now I'm feeling faceless Ride around in L.A., shoot like I'm the mayor Stay out of my way, could you do me a favor? Smoking in the park, yeah, feelin' like a skater Looking me left, yeah, you look like a hater I'm not gonna say much, I'ma say a prayer Pull off in an Audi, I'ma see you later