Babyface Ray - Sincerely Face lyrics

(Flea)
You know what I'm sayin'?
It is what it is, nigga
We ain't trippin' 'bout nothin'
Shit
Nothin', everything profit, nigga

Now, I can sit and tell you 'bout the
Diamonds on my chest like everything was easy
Spoke to Fatboy the other day, he
Say he's still gettin' money
What's new?
(He still gettin' money, you know
Ain't nothin' new to us
Nigga)
All my latest problems come from bitches
So you know I had to cut 'em all loose
You know I got the juice like I had Bishop
Hand and I threw him off the roof
(You know I got the sauce
Know I got the swag
Lame-ass nigga)
Bitch nigga, you your mama's boy (Yeah)
All these free bands got my bitch spoiled
(Ffft)
Break the mob rules, you get sent for
(Come here)
That Rollie fit my wrist like
It's meant for it
Niggas small fry, I'm Big Boy
Gettin' chips more
(Yeah, yeah)
Turnt up
Got these bad bitches suckin' dick more
Burnin' 'za, got my own pack
Give me six for it
(Yeah)
Dope prices, it be up and
Down like a six-four
Yeah
(My bad)
Sprintin' to that money got me outta breath
Lil' nigga at the grown
Court, still yellin'
"Next"
I know heaven real, man
I done been through hell and back
(No cap)
I done been through band after band
Down to my last
(Bags)
You might piss me off
All my lil' niggas come and crash
(Go get his ass)
Nigga, when it rain, you get wet
I can smell the grass
(Yeah)
Smilin' in my face, deep down
I can tell he mad
(Fuck him)
Bitch nigga caught me down bad
So I keep the mag
(Bitch ass)
Bad thoughts runnin' through my mind
I can't sleep at all
Did my first million, real talk
I was thinkin' raw
Call lil' cause Dum-Dum, he
Don't think at all
Blankin' out
Send a hundred B's down your way
Just to peep it out
Slow leaks in the air mattress
You should see the house now
(Go)
Thirty-P play, finna meet with Bob now (Bob)
Put her in a pent', I won't even stop out
(Mmm-mmm)
Me and Eggo courtside, call him Tata
(Like the Roc niggas)
Make her hit her knees like my name Allah
Rockin' Fear of God
Swear it might take a little longer
I don't dick-ride
Wavy Navy, you ain't in that circle
I ain't pickin' sides
Trill niggas with it
Hit the door once we switch vibes
(Trill niggas)
My young niggas took the brick road
Wizard of the Oz
(Young niggas)
Compare to who? Laughin' at you niggas
All the jokes aside
(Fuck niggas)
I'm at Ocean Prime (Yeah) , I got motion now
Caught cases, but you still out
You a fuckin' cop
She a demon, when the nut come
You supposed to stop
(Ooh)
Pretty face drippin' like me
Ass pokin' out
Ask Kash, she can vouch for me (Ask Kash)
Ask G, he can vouch for me (Ask G)
Ask them niggas, man, I doubt it's beef
I thought niggas'd be proud of me
Like he just came big shit poppin'
Keep a lot of these
Stay lit, hit everything but the lottery
(Lit, lit)
I was on chill
Then these lame niggas started me
(I was on chill)
Told redhead that she good, girl
You part of me
Big V sittin' on my chest like a Bari tee
Think I might grab Maybach
Paint it army green
(Maybach)
'Bout to buy mom a big
House just to stash racks
(Uh)
I was told keep this shit a hundred
No cash back
Nigga, what you on? No flashbacks (Huh?)
Shit you niggas on, I'm past that
(I'm past that)
Come around stealin' sauce with
Your crab ass
(Lame ass)
"Face, boy, you the next to blow
" my Arab said
(Oh yeah)