Face It Lyrics - Wiki

Feel the pressure on my back 

Do you hear the texture of the raps? 

In my voice why it's all rasped 

If I had to choice to buy it all back 

Just how it was 

I wouldn't budge 

Nah i want the city better than the level it was at 

I been staying up day and night measuring the task 

Of what it's going take to get the city on smash 

And it's extra pressure cause i gotta do it on the road 

How I'm supposed to keep a hold 

Of shit if I ain't home 

So we meeting over whiskey in the morn 

To the evening and I'm gone 

Off of the deep end of the pond 

Screaming I just got my feet in 

Nah I'm wrong 

I been fiending far to long 

Now it got me reading all my wrongs 

Do i got a reason to go on? 

Sure the team got it some demons 

Throw them demons in the song 

Growing up throwing up drunk 

But lately i been keeping calm 

Keeping keeping on 

Keep my people on 

Leave the beat alone 

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Half of this rap shit battling addiction 

They hand you a bottle for you to sip it 

Kids give you a xan always used to split 

Then there's the cameras and you are in it 

Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting 

Saying pat is bitching 

But I had a vision 

Talking shit while I'm sad and slipping 

I'll be back and kicking 

Sitting back and kicking 

Photos 

Thought I was off the spliffs 

I'm off the shits 

Probably off the kid 

I thought a bit 

Cause I'm awful 

It just seems warranted 

To much time ignoring it 

To much shit I'm storing in 

I thought it was clear 

Thought a motherfucker would hear 

What? I'm supposed to expect someone to tear 

Up just cause what? Wik the mic spic mutt slutt was in here 

This the life we live this life we leave 

So before I left this life I lead 

The commander and chief 

Of what they call my life 

I ball on rhymes 

They ball on white 

I'm small and tan 

They tall and white 

I do me they just call a price out 

Who's he? what's his worth? 

A mutt from birth a slut from 18 

The first time i fucked was church 

So I practice the religion of macking bitches 

And I ain't left manhattan in a minute 

In the city I was born and I'm torn but I'm living 

Half of this rap shit battling addiction 

They hand you a bottle for you to sip it 

Kids give you a xan always used to split 

Then there's the cameras and you are in it 

Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting 

Saying pat is bitching 

But I had a vision 

Talking shit while I'm sad and slipping 

I'll be back and kicking 

Sitting back and kicking 

I can't face it 

Got problems, I can't solve em, I sip bottles 

Till i can't taste it 

It's basic I just face it 

Mason jars 

Filled with that raw but it's all wrong 

Cause I can't take it 

So i face it, can't face it, so i face it 

Just face it 

Half of this rap shit battling addiction 

They hand you a bottle for you to sip it 

Kids give you a xan always used to split 

Then there's the cameras and you are in it 

Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting 

Saying pat is bitching 

But i had a vision 

Talking shit while I'm sad and slipping 

I'll be back and pitching 

Hole ripping through your catcher's mitten 

I beamed that 

You seen that? 

Thought that you had it you kidding 

Stupid motherfucker had to be kidding 

Had to laugh at you 

Had to admit it 

I ain't gassing 

I mastered a written