Acedaface - Foundation (feat. Joe b lyfe & Tookah da don) Lyrics

Pictures of a perfect frame
Shack of your style
We'll always be one
Skin is love

Soon it's away
On the street we go wild
I'm on a roll
Remember days we was in the struggle

We was broke, whole house had to hustle
Mama hitting the trap
Trying to flip, trying to make it bubble
Remember cold nights, round the stove like a huddle

Marie, yeah you gone
Baby girl, I love you
Put nothing above you, bury a whole block for you
Trying to get a job with a felony

Corona scaring me, but you not hearing me
Rex was my mans, but he switched up
Can't f*ck with these niggas cause they bitch up
I'm in a different lane, watch how I kick up

Had the boss up on him, get my shit up
Now I'm Scarface before he got his shit pushed
My foundation kinda proof, let's get your shit mushed
We spin through and double back, we gotta make sure

We off rubber when it's up, ain't no detours
Nah, ain't no detours for sure
Syllabus of a perfect frame
Shack of your style

We'll always be one
Skin is love
Soon it's away
On the street we go wild

Ay, look
I came up off dice games, play in the corner
Wildfire to make planes
Time Warner plugged in to get drugs in

We skipped school like Tom Sawyer
Trying to dodge the Reaper, streets was never weeping for you
Never weeping, all night fights, never sleeping
Reminded of them days, cause the haters they forever reaching

We was young and reckless, didn't say we needed a reason
Constantly having a hustle, moving around like f*cking demons
We was never satisfied, slept in hallways just to get inside
Stay alive, looking up and asking why

So many of my niggas just had to die
Same conversation, watched so many switch
When it's time to ride, started in the basement
Kept the rain for the roaches on the side

For them niggas talking, can't on the other side
Cause these niggas moving funny, like the other guys
Seeing all this money, nigga, I wonder why
I wonder why

Of a perfect frame
Shack of your style
We'll always be one
These niggas been in that struggle

Some of y'all still here
Yeah, that's where I come from
Look
I put my soul on this paper, express my shit

Saw my life getting f*cked up and changed that script
A lot was going on with my mental
So I grabbed a pen and a pad and put my thoughts on this instrumental
Now I love me get to the struggles of the past

When your boy was rocking high waters and niggas used to laugh
Single mother where I grew up, who knew about the struggles
But the struggle wasn't struggle, cause we knew this how to do us
Hard head growing up, trying to join the crowd

But I'm loud so the crowd start moving with the loud message
Wrong place and wrong time
So I had to learn quick to read between the lines
You get it from your dad, well I get it from my mom

G-shit, weed shit, taught me how to grind
Baby know your worth, don't give him all your time
You gotta work hard if you really wanna shine
Nigga

Silhouette of a perfect frame
Shaft of your smile, we'll always be there
You hate too, you crazy for this one
Give us love, soon it's away

Oh baby, we grow up
I don't know
I don't know