"For The Face" lyrics

Where you got your peoples at?
New York, Jersey, Cleveland
Alright so uh, Philly
Know what I'm saying?
No profile
No connections
No noise

Down to my last, pound and a half
Else that I found
Turnin' brown in the bag
This ain't goin' swim, it's goin' drown 'cause it's wack
So this one's for the face

Friends turn to foe
Grams turn to old
Finally on my feet
Stayin' on my toes
Got one in the chamber with your name on it bro
This one's for the face

Let your name speak for you
It's a better look
The beef's on site, but till the times right
Let it cook
How you rappin' by the track, but was never booked
Your man tryin' to hide them track marks
Check his foot
Bad addictions lead to bad decisions
Past convictions get factored in
When you catch that sentence
Looks through the barbed wire, past the fences
Bro just grabbed a Lexus, woke the fiends up
Guess it's crack for breakfast
Holy water, cook this quarter to come back we're extra
I knew your man was corny
When he stacked and grabbed the Tesla

It's the trap professor, cocaine-packed compressor
Back together, smacked it several times
I guess my batch was better
I'ma turn your homie to a pack investor
See Speedy Gonzalez with that bird
That's when I felt Sylvester

The plug looked like a trash collector
This crackin' master cash collector

Down to my last
Pound and a half, ounce that I found
Turnin' brown in the bag
This ain't goin' swim, it's goin' drown 'cause it's wack
So this one's for the face

Friends turn to foe
Grams turn to old
Finally on my feet, stayin' on my toes
Got one in the chamber with your name on it bro
This one's for the face

Come from out of Philadelphia
And he come in Philadelphia
And he hangin' in the hood
And eventually, Philadelphia niggas don't kill him
He gotta be silent