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