faith lyrics

[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
Yeah, b*tch, I'm rocking Prada
And my brodie's smoking marijuana
It's your own life, you can do what you wanna
Never buyin' sh*t on sale, put the cost up
Smokin dope—, Smokin dope just like a rockstar
My boy Marlon love them drugs, he's a nodda
Yeah, they ask me what I want and I'm like, "Nada"
Yeah, my n*gga Ricky sippin' water
I can't post up, runnin' 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 n*ggas look up to me just like I'm Allah
Man, who callin' me? Who's the caller?
Yeah, these n*ggas be my pet, wear a collar
You know I'm a baller
Walk up in the mall ballin', uh, oh
How you believe in something you don't know if—? Yeah, that's faith
Yeah—, Yeah, your lil' b*tch I'll give me face
And I'm with my—, And I'm with my n*ggas clay
And I could do this sh*t all day
Yeah, boy, watch what you f*ckin' say
Yeah, I know my vocals louder than the beat
And I—, I know I'm rappin' off beat
But I don't give a f*ck, can't you see?
1c sh*t in the c'
I'm with gang and we ridin' in a Jeep
Shout out to my bro, nah, G
Shout out to my n*gga, b*tch
Uh, ooh, I'ma—, ooh
[Verse 2: st47ic]
Yeah, yeah, I can't kiss, she stink onna di*k, uh
I can't kiss, she eat that di*k, uh, uh
I couldn’t f*ck up, she playin', dumb b*tch
I'ma pull up—, I'ma pull up with a glick, yeah
Pull up, got your sh*t, uh
Shooting at your sh*t, uh
Damn, that f*cking sh*t, uh
I don't give no f*ck bro, uh
Pull up, take anything, yeah
He in the cut bro, yeah
1c in this b*tch (What, what, what)
1c, in the c' (What, what, what)
1c, hit a lick (What, what, what)
1c, he understand
n*gga, you a stain
n*gga, you a f*ckin' lame
I don't care about your gang, yeah
I don't care about your gang, n*gga
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag

[Verse 3: phreshboyswag]
I'm sipping wine in UK
It's my birthday so we gotta celebrate
b*tch hit my line, talking about we need a break
I don't even care, didn't like her anyways
Gettin money, gettin' b*tches, yeah, I get it either way
Haha, haha, 1c, b*tch
And you know I can't see you through the shades, b*tch
And I heard that you've been talking shade, b*tch
You're a lame, you're a square, you're a shape, b*tch
Go and hit the gym, you're looking like a fish b*tch
And I just got head from a rich b*tch
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 f*ck
I did too much K, now I'm feeling stuck
When we upped the AR, Boy, you shoulda ducked
b*tch, 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 f*ck
Quit making music 'cause you f*cking suck
I don't even music and I do not suck
So why the f*ck do you suck, bro you shouldn't suck
Yeah, she got on her knees and she f*cking sucked