Face It ft. Micro Assassin Lyrics

Yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh

All of these opps they be constantly watching me

Honestly boy do you not see the problem?

Be honest, you're saying you're rich while in poverty

Part of me thinks that you don't got autonomy

Gotta be truthful, gotta be patient

You always lying and you never waiting

I'm grabbing the mic and I'm making a statement

You honestly think you could stay and not face it?

Yuh, stand up and face it (yuh)

Cause right now you're facing the ditch (rrrr)

I don't got time for a diss

Not wasting breath on a kid (nah)

Childish games you be playing like oh

Three next in the line, that's tic tac toe

Earning my spot at the top

Every time that I drop

So I'll reap what I sow, yuh

Face to face I don't bring grace (stupid)

Pacing late to break his face (bruise it)

Chase a race always laze (Susan)

Yuh, ruthless

Never finna go back to the way I was before

Look I left it and I'm staying, I've already closed the door

I worked so hard just to leave you, it already got me sore

My decision has been rendered and there is not but or or, uh

But you wanna come back cause you see my skill

Rapping bout bodies like he'd ever kill

Never no cap on my raps cut the bill

Imma be truthful till I make a mill

I'm like the beastie boys my rhymes are ill

Ill

Yuh, for real

He don't wanna turn with the brick

Cause he feeling really sick

And he know that I'm gonna beat 'em quick

And he never wanna spin

Cause he feeling really dizzed

He was late to the biz

And he gonna get dissed by Nick

Huh, nah, AKA Brick

Diss little kids

Cause they always flick

Flexing your fit

It's looking like -

Check out my wrist

I got what you wish

It is called competence

Thinks he is fly, calls himself Icarus

Ironic he fell off, he had too much confidence

Compliment mirrors, he is incompetent

Think you look good, you must have no common sense

Starting an argument, my bars are like armament

I am the king and you are just parliament, yuh

If I wasn't short I would bash your whole face in

Texting your girl, she dry like a raisin

Talkin 'bout me your life I will be takin

Pull up to your spot leave your whole body shakin

You do not scare me, boy you wear a diaper

I make the moves, you sit in a recliner

Yeah my boy talkin' but aren't you in choir

Yeah I'm in band, I'm still your rectifier

He pulled up with the stick so I pulled out the

sword

Son tried to diss and it rained and it poured

Please do not speak why you shaped like a gourd

You pull up to the stu but too scared to record

Slitting his throat leave him wet like he rich

Keep up the talk and end up in a ditch

Shots through your brain make your whole body twitch

And I'll hit you so hard make your DNA glitch

You better run when you see the red laser

I'm gonna chase your gang down with a razor

Movin down the street like I'm a speed racer

When you see me boy you know it means danger

Woah, I'm an assassin and I kill (aye)

I'm rappin screw it so it's drill (huh)

Pull out my sword and your guts spill (yuh)

Boy in a pickle like he dill, woah

I'm an assassin and I'll make you dead

Run up on me and I'll put you to bed

Rewind the line to hear what you said

Best thing comin from your mouth is head

All of these opps they be constantly watching me

Honestly boy do you not see the problem?

Be honest, you're saying you're rich while in poverty

Part of me thinks that you don't got autonomy

Gotta be truthful, gotta be patient

You always lying and you never waiting

I'm grabbing the mic and I'm making a statement

You honestly think you could stay and not face it?

Yuh

Yuh