Tezo Ali - Stale Face

I ain't friendly, we not homies
So don't dap me up
I got my bruddas in the cut
I got my hittas in the cut
You heard I got it
Yeah, so what
Aye have you heard I got so much
A yea, yeah I made a lot
But I can never make enough
Things for me are getting crazy
So I'm spazzing out, i'm spazzing out
I'm heading to bank
Because i'm cashing out, i'm cashing out
You funny guys gave me something
To laugh about, to laugh about
I see you with that stale face on you
Man what you mad about

Let me talk, let me talk
Talk my shit
Everything on me authentic
I can't rock a counterfeit
I was born with style
You don't got that kind of drip
Wavy as a baby
And I been like that ever since
I don't wanna sit
You won't get nowhere being hesitant
You not relevant
I'll out rap you
For the hell of it
Step bro mailing shit
And it's gassy from the smell of it
It killed me and then brought me back to life
Now i'm a revenant

I ain't friendly, we not homies
So don't dap me up
I got my bruddas in the cut
I got my hittas in the cut
You heard I got it
Yeah, so what
Aye have you heard I got so much
Ayea, yeah I made a lot
But I can never make enough
Things for me are crazy
I'm spazzing out, i'm spazzing out
I'm heading to bank
Because i'm cashing out, i'm cashing out
You funny guys gave me something
To laugh about, to laugh about
I see you with that stale face on you
Man what you mad about

Get murked over money
Like it's uncut gems
If you get thrown in that water
Either sink or swim
I almost drowned
But my first dive was in the deep end
And now i'm swimming
Like a gold medalist born with fins
I was born to lose
Change my views
See it as more to win
I just came from a show
Now i'm performing again
Put me in the game coach
I'm high scoring again
Recording again
I can't wait to be touring and shit
Let's go

I ain't friendly, we not homies
So don't dap me up
I got my bruddas in the cut
I got my hittas in the cut
You heard I got it
Yeah, so what
Aye have you heard I got so much
Ayea, yeah I made a lot
But I can never make enough
Things for me are crazy
I'm spazzing out, i'm spazzing out
I'm heading to bank
Because i'm cashing out, i'm cashing out
You funny guys gave me something
To laugh about, to laugh about
I see you with that stale face on you
Man what you mad about

Mad about
Mad about
I see you with that stale face so what you mad about
I see you with that stale face so what you mad about

I ain't friendly, we not homies
So don't dap me up
I got my bruddas in the cut
I got my hittas in the cut
You heard I got it
Yeah, so what
Aye have you heard I got so much
Ayea, yeah I made a lot
But I can never make enough
Things for me are crazy
I'm spazzing out, i'm spazzing out
I'm heading to bank
Because i'm cashing out, i'm cashing out
You funny guys gave me something
To laugh about, to laugh about
I see you with that stale face on you
Man what you mad about

Written by:
Christopher Roberson

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