"faith" lyrics
(feat. phreshboyswag & st47ic)
[xaviersobased:]
Yeah, bitch, I'm rocking Prada
And my brodie's smoking marijuana
It's your own life, you can do what you wanna
Never buying shit on sale, put the cost up
Smoking dope—, Smoking dope just like a rasta
My boy Marlon love them drugs, he's a nodda
Yeah, they ask me what I want and I'm like, "Nada"
Yeah, my nigga Ricky sipping water
I can't post up, running from the coppers
Look up and all I see is helicopters
Oh, you like my music? Oh, yeah, it's an honor
Oh, he wanna talk down, so he's a goner
Yeah, all these niggas look up to me just like I'm Allah
Man, who calling me? Who's the caller?
Yeah, these niggas be my pet, wear a collar
You know I'm a baller
Walk up in the mall balling, uh, oh
How you believe in something you don't know if—? Yeah, that's faith
Yeah—, Yeah, your lil' bitch I'll give me face
And I'm with my—, And I'm with my niggas clay
And I could do this shit all day
Yeah, boy, watch what you fucking say
Yeah, I know my vocals louder than the beat
And I—, I know I'm rapping off beat
But I don't give a fuck, can't you see?
1c shit in the c'
I'm with gang and we riding in a Jeep
Shout out to my bro, nah, G
Shout out to my nigga, bitch
Uh, ooh, I'ma—, ooh
[st47ic:]
Yeah, yeah, I can't kiss, she stink onna dick, uh
I can't kiss, she eat that dick, uh, uh
I couldn't fuck up, she playing, dumb bitch
I'ma pull up—, I'ma pull up with a glick, yeah
Pull up, got your shit, uh
Shooting at your shit, uh
Damn, that fucking shit, uh
I don't give no fuck bro, uh
Pull up, take anything, yeah
He in the cut bro, yeah
1c in this bitch (What, what, what)
1c, in the c' (What, what, what)
1c, hit a lick (What, what, what)
1c, he understand
Nigga, you a stain
Nigga, you a fucking lame
I don't care about your gang, yeah
I don't care about your gang, nigga
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag
[phreshboyswag:]
I'm sipping wine in UK
It's my birthday so we gotta celebrate
Bitch hit my line, talking about we need a break
I don't even care, didn't like her any ways
Gettin money, getting bitches, yeah, I get it either way
Haha, haha, 1c, bitch
And you know I can't see you through the shades, bitch
And I heard that you've been talking shade, bitch
You're a lame, you're a square, you're a shape, bitch
Go and hit the gym, you're looking like a fish bitch
And I just got head from a rich bitch
Early morning, yeah, I gotta catch an airplane
Yeah, I got a bunch of clothes and their not fake
Yeah, I had to cut them off 'cause they were fake as fuck
I did too much K, now I'm feeling stuck
When we upped the AR, Boy, you shoulda ducked
Bitch, get it right, I'm going, then I'm not pouring
I been sipping wine, now I'm feeling kinda drunk
I won't lie, yeah, I'm definitely drunk as fuck
Quit making music 'cause you fucking suck
I don't even make music and I do not suck
So why the fuck do you suck, bro you shouldn't suck
Yeah, she got on her knees and she fucking sucked
Yeah, bitch, I'm rocking Prada
And my brodie's smoking marijuana
It's your own life, you can do what you wanna
Never buying shit on sale, put the cost up
Smoking dope—, Smoking dope just like a rasta
My boy Marlon love them drugs, he's a nodda
Yeah, they ask me what I want and I'm like, "Nada"
Yeah, my nigga Ricky sipping water
I can't post up, running from the coppers
Look up and all I see is helicopters
Oh, you like my music? Oh, yeah, it's an honor
Oh, he wanna talk down, so he's a goner
Yeah, all these niggas look up to me just like I'm Allah
Man, who calling me? Who's the caller?
Yeah, these niggas be my pet, wear a collar
You know I'm a baller
Walk up in the mall balling, uh, oh
How you believe in something you don't know if—? Yeah, that's faith
Yeah—, Yeah, your lil' bitch I'll give me face
And I'm with my—, And I'm with my niggas clay
And I could do this shit all day
Yeah, boy, watch what you fucking say
Yeah, I know my vocals louder than the beat
And I—, I know I'm rapping off beat
But I don't give a fuck, can't you see?
1c shit in the c'
I'm with gang and we riding in a Jeep
Shout out to my bro, nah, G
Shout out to my nigga, bitch
Uh, ooh, I'ma—, ooh
[st47ic:]
Yeah, yeah, I can't kiss, she stink onna dick, uh
I can't kiss, she eat that dick, uh, uh
I couldn't fuck up, she playing, dumb bitch
I'ma pull up—, I'ma pull up with a glick, yeah
Pull up, got your shit, uh
Shooting at your shit, uh
Damn, that fucking shit, uh
I don't give no fuck bro, uh
Pull up, take anything, yeah
He in the cut bro, yeah
1c in this bitch (What, what, what)
1c, in the c' (What, what, what)
1c, hit a lick (What, what, what)
1c, he understand
Nigga, you a stain
Nigga, you a fucking lame
I don't care about your gang, yeah
I don't care about your gang, nigga
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag
[phreshboyswag:]
I'm sipping wine in UK
It's my birthday so we gotta celebrate
Bitch hit my line, talking about we need a break
I don't even care, didn't like her any ways
Gettin money, getting bitches, yeah, I get it either way
Haha, haha, 1c, bitch
And you know I can't see you through the shades, bitch
And I heard that you've been talking shade, bitch
You're a lame, you're a square, you're a shape, bitch
Go and hit the gym, you're looking like a fish bitch
And I just got head from a rich bitch
Early morning, yeah, I gotta catch an airplane
Yeah, I got a bunch of clothes and their not fake
Yeah, I had to cut them off 'cause they were fake as fuck
I did too much K, now I'm feeling stuck
When we upped the AR, Boy, you shoulda ducked
Bitch, get it right, I'm going, then I'm not pouring
I been sipping wine, now I'm feeling kinda drunk
I won't lie, yeah, I'm definitely drunk as fuck
Quit making music 'cause you fucking suck
I don't even make music and I do not suck
So why the fuck do you suck, bro you shouldn't suck
Yeah, she got on her knees and she fucking sucked
