FACE IN THE SOIL lyrics

[Intro: Fukkit]
Midnight, Fukkit
Quicksand, ayy

[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Pull on yo' card so I see that you flopping
My whole di*k in no condom
They leave it to me, I'ma p*ss on this b*tch for the topic
Ain't no pus*y acknowledged
They built with no honor, I'm hoping yo' people get slaughtered
I put that on my father
You stand on yo' lies and you thinking it making you taller
Honestly, it's just awkward, look
Hoe, what I told you? I will not console you
No, I do not owe you, heat on me like coil
I rise out the grave, see my face in the soil
Yo' b*tch, she ain't loyal, treat my di*k so spoiled
n*gga, bow down when he speaking to royalty
Lo' and behold, it's yo' majesty so it seem
I could've been anything so I chose to be me
It's okay, you can't get that so go and sleep
Doing what they cannot fathom, right in the camera
Lean on me drip like it's mana
She suck on my di*k off a Xanax, but she still manage
Droppin' my elbow, not dabbin'
A star like I'm Patrick, not pulling no hat tricks
I f*ck like a rabid lil' rabbit on cabbage
I move and cause damage, I disappoint parents
I yell in yo' ear, leave no mark on my larynx
Look, I'ma do this sh*t one f*ckin' try
All these n*ggas tryna be me, you are not, my guy
All these n*ggas tryna be me, you are not I
All these n*ggas tryna be me, they cannot decide, look
[Bridge: Fukkit]
Who am I? Who am I? Look
Who am I? Who am I? Look
Look at me, f*ck on me
You some faggot ass n*ggas for real
Look at me, look at me, yuh
Look at me, look at me, yuh
Look at me, look at me, yuh
f*ck on me, f*ck on me, yuh

[Interlude: Fukkit]
Well boys, looks like I'm finally lighting up my last cigarette
(Maybe we would like to feel)
And then when I got home (Alone)
I⁠— I opened the door (Huh?)
And he was f*cking dead on the floor, man (Quite f*cking interesting)
And I couldn't do sh*t

[Verse 2: Kamiyada+ & Fukkit]
Ayy, ayy, ayy (b*tch), yuh
I am an animal
Your hoe drinking my c*m like a Danimal
This is freaky my n*gga, you had to know
Tell yo' sister come through, she fanatical
Hit a bowl with the dip like collateral
Yo' hoe say that your di*k not compatible
Made her fold like a chair, she collapsible
She don't love you no more, understandable
I'm the actual king of the streets
I pull up, you get hit with the heat
Ain't no doja, my n*gga, you sweet
How you p*ss in the bed like you three?
You would style on your boy, no deceit
They gon' b*tch and complain till you free
A militia will saw off your knees
Then come back as I p*ss on the tree, f*ck with me