Wrinkled Faces

Yeah

Yo

You niggas ain't know the rules

I move with the truth in my view

Guys, I can see all the true lies when the grass get cut

Snakes come through

And the sea eyes looking low

Heat rise when the pressure on

I'm quick to shoot

I ain't never under pressure long

Yeah, quick releases while the rock is gone

Wonder why I ain't rock with Nickel Nation

I been rockin' long, I guess the timin' wrong

I'm just gettin' back to this crack shit and this rhymin', dawg

Keeps a fire in the arsenal, had to spark a few

When the night got hard

Why you fuckin' with me knowin' I ain't gon' pardon you?

Yeah, never gotta know me

Stand on my own, dab the clowns

Showin' niggas, that's what the hoes do

We ain't even on that now

Yeah, I don't even blame you

I put it on your old head

Still counting old bread

Big bills with the wrinkled faces, yeah, yeah

Free my dog, he beat his cases

Prayed through the cold nights

Made it out the chaos, now we toasting to the whole fight

I've been low, but I'm back in motion

Sharpened by the pain, every scar on my name

Remind me why I can't be tamed

Never bow to no man

Stayed on my own, dapping clowns

Young niggas, that's what the hoes do

We ain't even on that now

I don't even blame you

I put it on your old head

Still countin' old bread

Big bills with the wrinkled faces