Face It

[Verse 1] Feel the pressure on my back Do you hear the texture of the raps? In my voice why it’s all rasped If I had to choice to buy it all back Just how it was I wouldn’t budge Nah i want the city better than the level it was at I been staying up day and night measuring the task Of what it’s goin’ take to get the city on blast And it’s extra pressure cause i gotta do it on the road How I’m supposed to keep a hold Of shit if i ain't home So we meeting over whiskey in the morn To the evening and I’m gone Off of the deep end of the pond Screaming I just got my feet in Nah I’m wrong I been fiending far to long Now it got me reading all my wrongs Do i got a reason to go on? Sure the team got it some demons Throw them demons in the song Growing up throwing up drunk But lately I been keeping calm Keeping keeping on Keep my people on Leave the beat alone [Hook] Half of this rap shit battling addiction They hand you a bottle for you to sip it Kids give you a xan always used to split it Then there’s the cameras and you are in it Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting Saying pat is bitching But I had a vision Talking shit while I’m sad and slipping I'll be back and kicking Sitting back and kicking [Verse 2] Thought I was off the spliffs I’m off the shits Probably off the kid I thought a bit Cause I’m awful It just seems warranted To much time ignoring it To much shit I’m storing in I thought it was clear Thought a motherfucker would hear What? I’m supposed to expect someone to tear Up just cause what? Wik the mic spic mutt slutt was in here This the life we live this life we leave So before I left this life I lead The commander and chief Of what they call my life I ball on rhymes They ball on white I’m small and tan They tall and white I do me they just call a price out Who’s he? what’s his worth? A mutt from birth a slut from 18 The first time i fucked was church So I practice the religion of mackin' bitches And I ain't left manhattan in a minute In the city I was born and I’m torn but I’m living [Hook] Half of this rap shit battling addiction They hand you a bottle for you to sip it Kids give you a xan always used to split it Then there’s the cameras and you are in it Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting Saying pat is bitching But I had a vision Talking shit while I’m sad and slipping I'll be back and kicking Sitting back and kicking I can’t face it Got problems, I can’t solve em, I sip bottles Till i can’t taste it It’s basic I just face it Mason jars Filled with that raw but it’s all wrong Cause I can’t take it So i face it, can’t face it, so i face it Just face it [Hook] Half of this rap shit battling addiction They hand you a bottle for you to sip it Kids give you a xan always used to split it Then there’s the cameras and you are in it Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting Saying pat is bitching But i had a vision Talking shit while I’m sad and slipping I'll be back and pitching Hole ripping through your catcher's mitten I beamed that You seen that? Thought that you had it you kidding Stupid motherfucker had to be kidding Had to laugh at you Had to admit it I ain't gassing I mastered a written