KoN - Face it

Take off Take off Take off yea
Take off Take off Take off yea
Take off Take off Take off yea
Take off Take off Take off yea
Woah Taken, lil bitch you mistaken
Everyday he cook up in the attic what he making
Yea- I gon call her salt because the way her legs are shaking
Chasing all the green just like the flag on a Jamaican
Huh- got her on her fucking knees it look like that bitch praying
Do it so easy they ask me like why my hairs graying
Talking so much they like what that fu-nigga be saying
Fuck all the playing this aint no hobby ima make it
Yea-fuck all of the pointless beef I dont got time for steak shit
Cut em off cuz they bring me down on my come up snake shit
Getting high we reaching for the stars just like a spaceship
Friendly nigga, but come round talking you get your face hit
Woah-I told that bitch face it
Fix it or embrace
No longer containing
No more damn complaining
Tired of the straining
Fuck it I out brain em
Got her fucking drippen so much she though it was raining
Uh-yea, they think i'm insane
I think thats cuz we fear that which is not the same
Different isn't crazy I prefer that to a lame
All these niggas boring copy in paste they all plain
I will never stay in my own mother fucking lane
I will never listen when they tell me to behave
Shackled to society you a mofucking slave
Doing what Im doing that nigga on his own wave
Woa-Woa-Woah Taken, lil bitch you mistaken
Everyday he cook up in the attic what he making
Yea- I gon call her salt because the way her legs are shaking
Chasing all the green just like the flag on a Jamaican
Huh- got her on her fucking knees it look like that bitch praying
Do it so easy they ask me like why my hairs graying
Talking so much they like what that fu-nigga be saying
Fuck all the playing this aint no hobby ima make it

Written by:
Barak Okanya

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