Gutta - Facade (feat. Sonny Blak) Lyrics

Niggaz screaming they turnt up but really turnt out
(You really turnt out)
Bitches saying they lit boo you really burnt out
(You really burnt out)
Rappers screaming they net worth until we find out
(What we find out)
He ain't really doing that shit that he rhyme bout
(Facade)
Niggaz screaming they turnt up but really turnt out
(You really turnt out)
Bitches saying they lit boo you really burnt out
(You really burnt out)
Rappers screaming they net worth until we find out
(What we find out)
He ain't really doing that shit that he rhyme bout
(Facade)
There is a difference
Between embellishment
And ain't never did the shit
I do not believe you gonna need witnesses
Before you come kicking shit
Just look in my face no I am not with the shit
Niggaz will lie just to kick the shit
Really doe who he think listening
Pay no attention, Im moving to fast his voice sound like whipping wind
I gotta get it, I'm on a mission
Tryna quadruple my dividends
Party and toast wit my women friends
Smoke and pour up wit my day ones
After that bag so we chasing
And we stay down til that day comes
Temper is on automatic it turn me barbaric
Don't confuse me with a savage
When it come down to this rap
I'm setting the bar them niggaz is way below average
Come from the heart
They say I rap wit a passion
In my own lane
Setting the trend
Climbing the ladder
Lame niggaz always got sick to the pattern
Niggaz screaming they turnt up but really turnt out
(You really turnt out)
Bitches saying they lit boo you really burnt out
(You really burnt out)
Rappers screaming they net worth until we find out
(What we find out)
He ain't really doing that shit that he rhyme bout
(Facade)
Niggaz screaming they turnt up but really turnt out
(You really turnt out)
Bitches saying they lit boo you really burnt out
(You really burnt out)
Rappers screaming they net worth until we find out
(What we find out)
He ain't really doing that shit that he rhyme bout
(Facade)
Facade fougazi the same but usually its labeled as fake
With claims that they down
When shit hit the fan they be the first ones to skate (They out)
I stay surrounding myself wit the family knowing that we could relate (4DF)
See I do it for them and we do it for us, anyone else is just late
Niggaz done turned to junkies
Chics is burning like tires (Burning like tires)
Screaming that everything Gucci but clearly we see that they liars
You can't be federal stupid you record not showing no priors
Out here playing it cool but really you food and movers don't hang out wit buyers
I'll blow a gar of the gas and I'm straight
Whip up the track like its food on my plate
Use of my words its my view I create yea so I keep it true like a no limit tank
So your bad bitch lit in a fresh outfit roast beef hanging out the package (Ugh)
And you stay perked up xaned and mollied man you people really out here savage damn
Niggaz screaming they turnt up but really turnt out
(You really turnt out)
Bitches saying they lit boo you really burnt out
(You really burnt out)
Rappers screaming they net worth until we find out
(What we find out)
He ain't really doing that shit that he rhyme bout
(Facade)
Niggaz screaming they turnt up but really turnt out
(You really turnt out)
Bitches saying they lit boo you really burnt out
(You really burnt out)
Rappers screaming they net worth until we find out
(What we find out)
He ain't really doing that shit that he rhyme bout
(Facade)
These niggaz lie for nothing
And me I don't really understand tho
Like they tote guns like Rambo
Holding on work coming out that bando
Dismantle, they story
Like he said he ride foreign
Everything you did he did, everything you got yea he got more than
Of course yea he fraudulent
Sucker ass nigga got all the sense
Hate to shatter his confidence but this four five will put him where the coffin at
Same church where his mom offering
Him and his spouse got married at
Program, Eulogy and have six niggaz come pall bearer that
I'm talking slamming doors on Cadillacs
Smoking not for cataracts
After the wake grab his girl by the waist
Write my name on her walls yea I vandal that
No remorse for a lame nigga
You and me ain't the same nigga
You Mr. Me Too
I'm known to breeze thru wit a dime piece chasing that bag nigga
Niggaz screaming they turnt up but really turnt out
(You really turnt out)
Bitches saying they lit boo you really burnt out
(You really burnt out)
Rappers screaming they net worth until we find out
(What we find out)
He ain't really doing that shit that he rhyme bout
(Facade)
Niggaz screaming they turnt up but really turnt out
(You really turnt out)
Bitches saying they lit boo you really burnt out
(You really burnt out)
Rappers screaming they net worth until we find out
(What we find out)
He ain't really doing that shit that he rhyme bout
(Facade)