Dead faces
All I'm seeing is dead faces
Saw the devil n told him hell raising
I swear
Drew on the track
Dead faces
All I'm seeing is dead faces
Saw the devil told him hell raising
They didn't give non my niggas fair cases
Don't worry we going hit where staircase is
And even if we don't catch em we going spin again
When they labeled us a gang
Knew they really hated
So much allegations
I hope my niggas beat the case
I was in and out of jail
My own people hate
For my niggas doing time
Gotta feed they fam
It's still f*ck the other side
We going spin that Benz
I can do that dirt
But put money on they head
And told KILLA they ain't really bout it
I don't think they tryna die today
Pussy try me
Better not drive on Weston
You get hit about it
I know some shotta who ain't got no aim
But we come with everything
So ima keep them switches on the Glocks
For every time I see a opp
I don't wanna be murderer
Not a menace
Misunderstood
They be calling me a product of my environment
I don't think these people really understood me
But what you know bout day with no roof over the top
Find a parking lot hope they don't get the drop
Now it's apartments treat bitch like a trap
Money coming in the same Color as monopoly
Still remember days we was running leads
(Hello)
I never changed nothing but chains on me
You gotta be a genius gotta be a G
I had to make believe
Tell 'em Don't park we scheming
The whole endz we sweeping
They didn't believe
Till they saw Philippe's
Gotta get security clearance when
Linking me
Had to touch these streets
It never grew on trees
The whole team eating
We started off selling green
I was juggling not finessing
Bullets find you where you at
Cause we address em
Get the switches for the Glocks
Lil Woodie wet em
So much Killa's on the roster
You would I'm benji
But we straight from the trenches
Dead faces
All I'm seeing is dead faces
Saw the devil n told him hell raising
They didn't give non of my niggas fair cases