Faceless 1-7 - Cold Blood Warm Nights

Lately stay lowkey
I do not cap no more
But ima cap you if you
Showing at my street oof course
Dodging people in my city
Like a Matador
I won't act like itll be pretty
I been mad before
I see em coming through my rear view
Like you bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal
And I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle
You'll get shred and torn
I got that blade itll leave you spread all
Like a bastard born

Yea from plastic corpse
You fake
Faceless the way
Take that name to my grave
But I missed it like it like fate
Know 1-7 the date
When I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor
To take away the pain
Since then nothing been plain
Shit I got demons to race
An now i'm running my numbers an I been upping my pace
Yea that gone run up my stake till I
Gone blow and create
The existence i needed
Bitch there no freedom in chains

I said

Boy
Get up off my dick
You ain't seen shit
Boy
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
You on defense

Yo ego
Finitio
Them people
Be evil
No see through
I de-tour
To run around

I don't want
To put them
Underground

Hollow tip
Bullet i
Gut you out

You see what
I mean do
Our chi
Don't be equal
I frequent
The freak show
Then fuck around

I got yo bitch
In my dungeon now
She got that dick
By the dozen now
I got that clique
That gone buzz them pounds
Fuck up the court
We go run them fouls
She the main course
Know i love that sound
Crying my name
When our love in doubt

That kinda fucked but i'm
Fucked up as well
Cancer being spreading
Inside in my cells
Keeping it cold cos
I know i bring hell
Bitch i stay froze
Cos it keep it me well

I said

Boy
Get up off my dick
You ain't seen shit
Boy
Fucking with yo clique
Like it mean shit
Boy
Rolling up my sticks
You a fiend bitch
Boy
Dont think you exist
You on defense

Get up off my dick you ain't seen shit yuh