Bare Face

No mask no hood This that bare faced flow We back Them niggas know we did it we coulda done it bare faced For a price have them hitters waiting on your staircase Cant fit the ting up in these slims might just have to wear straights Real neighbourhood heroes but we never wear capes I got niggas in the Spliff that's why its got a weird taste I don't listen to them bloggers fam they got some weird takes Young Boost, Tiny Boost where I'm from we share names They let goofy's turn gangsters over there, that's their way We stand on business and we handle issues Peckham boy but my Brikky nigga brang the pistol You gotta ask them "why you banging on the man that's with you?" They still see me in the ends, I still am official Ain't no playing with my name Dont ask about them niggas I ain't with, shit aint the same Gotta act like niggas never told, damn this shit a shame I put on for all my bros that claim the shit I claim Ah Before you bang point that shit and aim I tell Billy all my secrets, he gon' keep em safe Throw my P's up and I keep em straight My brudda Jungle in that jam I told him keep the faith You aint did it masked up, you aint did it broadday Snap was sliding with the mac, I saw that in 4k I watched Nutty smack a nigga then I seen his jaw break I been praying with the Akhs, keep the pork on your plate I was sliding all night, that's why I got indoors late That's why I got indoors late Do it bare face Do it bare face Do it bare face Do it bare face Mashed the works and came and back with two attempts on him Thought he was a good yute, I guess this life was meant for him Danger on the field, why you think them niggas benchwarming? Wipe it down like Boosie just in case my prints on it Baddie think i'm tricking said she want a pair of Rick Owens Aint tryna wake the kids, i'm in her crib tiptoeing "Tiny Boost is hard uno" that's all I been going They scared of me so they act like they aint been knowing Ah ah I'm outside without a sheisty on Tell them kids "Nah this aint the type of life you want" Married to the streets, this aint the type of wife you want They gave my brudda 30 years so he can right his wrongs He rock a Rolly in his cell, you know what time he on I'll go down as a legend by the time i'm gone The way they rap cap they must forgot the mic was on We make them get backs bloody like the shiesty song Ah They say I need a girl typa song But I don't think about these hoes i'm just pipin em She waan me stab it like my boxers got a knife in them I cooked the work in the same pot the rice was in Get the special and we fry em on a China ting I done it hopping out of cars, I done it cycling I have em jumping out the Jordans on a Michael ting Ah Ah Ah You know what side i'm with Do it bare face Do it bare face Do it bare face Do it bare face Do it bare face