Face to Face

Aight, smoke in the city, we still got the roof missin' Crush in my styrofoam cup, still sippin' Sound in the club so loud, ears ringin' Real loud in my blunt, blow cloud, smoke feelin' Smoke in the city, we still got the roof missin' Crush in my styrofoam cup, still sippin' Sound in the club so loud, ears ringin' Real loud in my blunt, blow cloud, smoke feelin' I'm lookin' for a challenge, man, I'm walkin' in the park I still got my sunglasses on in the dark Blow up, blow up in my nose and that shit fuckin' with my heart I fuck with Discovery, but I don't even dance Face to face, two blunts and I'm still awake Never make the same mistake, I ain't fuckin' Drake But these labels on my back, I really feel the aim At least a milli' in my pocket 'fore I sign my name Ball till I fall, still goin', Jude Bellingham L.A., I'm in Hell-A, man, the heat's so devilish On the dance floor, that's where the fuckin' devil is She dancin' in that whole Miuccia Prada fit I really know the secret like I'm Adriana Lima I wouldn't be on shit if I never met Roshina Speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina Speedin', speedin', we spin the whip round Speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina Speedin', we spin the whip round Speedin', we speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina Speedin', we spin the whip round (Okay)