Facelift

[Verse 1]

1987 rockin' all the Nike fly shit

Gold karat ring, rosegold on my biceps

Kinda lost my mind, might get gold up on my eyelid

Got the flyest bitch on my hip call her highness

Heineken we're drinking and we're watching Yu-Yu Hakasho

Grindin' on my dick like some wheels, tell her stop and go

You only hit my phone, I think we're 'bout to make this Cali move

Gotta keep it smooth Max Rod Port, that's my li'l dude

Me and Raymond talking 'bout our rainy days together

Lips so smooth, kiss her and it's like a feather

Know you feel me lady, probably think I'm shady

That was Darren, nigga. He was kinda crazy

"GoldLink, you so funny.. when we making money?"

Don'cha ask me girl this is for my wifey, yup

In my white tee, checks that's my Nikes

Oops I used that line before, never mind that's biting

Myself, gotta get some help

Nigga go to hell, told my dad he got the belt

I'm a li'l nigga, but my money long

Niggas think I'm broke, niggas dead wrong

[Verse 2]

Hit a couple licks, put it in my nigga's fund

Then we ball out and we have some nigga fun

Cursin' while I'm holding middle fingers to the white folk

And I provoked all of the violence that they sold us

And my niggas yelling out the window like we got no father figures

But my niggas gonna make it all without our father figures

Breaking all the lies that they try to teach in school

Yes, I'm black nigga but I ain't a fucking fool

Ghetto upbringing's got me humble as I should

Lost love once so I'm wishing that I could

Could have had my baby, eat you like a pastry

Fuck it bitch, I'm lying I ain't tripping off you lately

Only fuck the realest, my girl is the trillest

White so bad that these niggas need a facelift

Foul shit flagrant but the throne is for the taking

Me and Max Rezzy B got next, no replacements