Faucet

Chef Sweaty braising your faculty (yuh)

Face getting gray from the ash, but I'm laughing (yuh)

That's the trace of me, nigga

Fuck out my face while I'm thinking

Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute

My days numbered (yeah)

I'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em

Feel like I'm the only one pressing to grow upwards

Still, "Fuck you and whoever you showed up with"

Tryna see an end and some steadier hands (yup)

Who you calling your mans? (huh)

Bet you thought he was solid

When he really just sand, washing away with the water

I'm a land mammal staying away from the altar

Shit changed in the August, in the wake of that August

Last autumn the leaves fell, and I raked in the profit

Disobeying the doctor

The good guy prescribe, faith they never caught 'em

Chasing these rabbits, whole face in the faucet (yeah)

And I don't know who house to call home lately

(I hope my phone break, let it ring)

Toe to toe with the foes, new and old

Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'

When I run, don't chase me

And I don't know who house to call home lately

(I hope my phone break, let it ring)

Toe to toe with the foes, new and old

Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'

When I run, don't chase me

Solid, so the funds don't phase me (yup)

On tour wildin' by the truck stop racists (ugh)

Hard as finding me a, a common thread between us

Raised different, my mama, she bore and bred the leader

Get shit popping like the gun's off safety (yup)

Saying easy and doing harder when you get caught up

Raised neck and neck with Nak, so I'm a fluid brawler

Rain-checking on your plot if ever bread should pop up

Out the toaster, I gotta focus, my family problems

Shrunk and widened with the bumps in my personal finance

It hurt 'cause I can't keep a date or put personal time in

Or reverse to the times when my face didn't surprise you

Before I did the shit that earned me my term on that island

Can't put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket

Shit in a pile, never change, I'm stupid for tryin'

Still this nigga too busy wildin' (still, yeah)

And I don't know who house to call home lately

(I hope my phone break, let it ring)

Toe to toe with the foes, new and old

Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'

When I run, don't chase me

And I don't know who house to call home lately

(I hope my phone break, let it ring)

Toe to toe with the foes, new and old

Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'

When I run, don't chase me