Facade - Morray
Lyrics by:Morae Ruffin/Norman Payne/Christopher Frank
Gave it to God but I ride with a rod
I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard
Speaking on my name I can tell he ain't smart
Don't nobody even trip they know it's all a facade
Say he a stepper but he act like them broads
Say he a spinner so we hit up them cars
Can't wait to catch 'em I'ma rip 'em apart
Gave it to God but I ride with a rod
Why the you speaking on me
Now I know you not my dawg
Because of what the you showed me
Stabbed me in back then
Faked a smile right in face
Like I'm not gon' hear about
It people tell me everything
You be moving like a snake
And now ya belly getting cut up
You be acting like a cousin
But be quick to call me brudda
Man this money and this fame got
Talking with a stutter
How you say you from the street
But you get nervous in the gutter
Don't come my way my way
Don't have the time today
Tryna be a different man
But I still love my old ways
Gave it to God but I ride with a rod
I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard
Speaking on my name I can tell he ain't smart
Don't nobody even trip they know it's all a facade
Say he a stepper but he act like them broads
Say he a spinner so we hit up them cars
Can't wait to catch 'em I'ma rip 'em apart
Gave it to God but I ride with a rod
I really can't believe it
And be quick to call me lame
'Cause of s**t they not receiving
Everybody got a dream only come
True if you ain't sleeping
Quick to say they're
Hungry then tell you what they not eating
I can never trust a soul and that goes for anyone
Knew Georgie truckin' with this
Awesome new that got plenty guns
Step on the scene with the fours
Black and white I got plenty ones
Curb stomp a wipe the check off when I'm done
Fat with the hands they a hunnid grand
I would make ya jaw expand do you hear me fam
Hope they get it on the cam put it on the gram
I won't use no wrestling moves a slam
Don't come my way my way
Don't have the time today
Tryna be a different man
But I still love my old ways
Gave it to God but I ride with a rod
I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard
Speaking on my name I can tell he ain't smart
Don't nobody even trip they know it's all a facade
Say he a stepper but he act like them broads
Say he a spinner so we hit up them cars
Can't wait to catch 'em I'ma rip 'em apart
Gave it to God but I ride with a rod