No Face

Yeah Started in the kitchen Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right They asked me where I get my soul from Let's go, yeah Jackson 5 shit This is it (yeah) Yo, uh-huh, right, yeah Ayo, niggas wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too African gold dentals, iced out medals I seen niggas get murked by the heels of stilettos I blam one nigga and watch the other die by the echo I had dots on darkskin niggas that look like freckles Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit It's a world premiere, 'mere I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here Holdin' bricks, where, where? My man got eighty-five to life and that's years, years Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair Over large cake You know it's on, checkmate You can get spun, just like a mixtape Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin Just a kid with a no face That can take form just like a snowflake No reusable hammers, they all throwaways Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and Me and Ghost in a ski mask I was chillin' there, layin', Chilean like sea bass And nobody was askin' her Pussy, don't even fix your lips like labiaplasty-a Welfare, got all the bread I'm sad, I need some head I might tell you you the one while I'm hittin' it 'Til I post-nut, cum to my senses I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates She was lyin' 'bout it, then she came clean I was so mad, I fucked her so hard, she came clean Got that new rrrrt, it's a May-bay-bay She got that new bag, it's a Chay-nay-nay I take it too far, I take it way-way-way I pull up Cougar, out a ca-a-age Over large cake You know it's on, checkmate You can get spun, just like a mixtape Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin Just a kid with a no face That can take form just like a snowflake No reusable hammers, they all throwaways Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and I'm like a noble street activist, flooded with shines Jackson 5 before Motowns, I get better with time Run up in the big gambling spots, cockin' it back I'm talkin' Agnes, Agatha, Jermaine and Jack VVS's on custom watches that's made from scratch My birthstone is like a Easter egg, an emerald fact My flawless game, floor seats in the glass, it came It's a glass of July sun, beat the odds in Vegas We shook the coke for the big lumps and the Pyrex strainers Ran up in housing who had work, we disguised as painters Pop like bitches with fake asses that leak like drainage Our language, too much money, we can't explain it Over large cake You know it's on, checkmate You can get spun, just like a mixtape Plus, we take down your squadron, we mobbin', we goblin Just a kid with a no face That can take form just like a snowflake No reusable hammers, they all throwaways Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and Yeah I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem Queens, Long Island Givin' birth to Pretty Tone out here on Staten Island We be wildin', nigga, that's right Writin' these rhymes in red ink, nigga, with the red light on Cornered back in the days, you heard Forty ounce kingpins, nigga, word Those were the days and shit, gettin' that money Wu-Tang for life, yacht city Holla at me Call me or somethin', nigga (one) Wish Ol' Dirty was here He woulda murdered this shit R.I.P. Fuck outta here