Harry Fraud
Faces
[Intro, x3:]
Stacking some faces...
Money we chasing...

[Verse I:]
Unh! Handle a fellow
Bold enough to play a hand with the Devil
Going through life foot slammed on the pedal
..we burn like hand on the kettle
Never been a puppet, not a fan of Gepetto
Never pretended to be a man from the ghetto
I just want a sweet crib like Hansel and Gretel
..name hot enough to brand on metal, so:
Understand you a NASCAR
Well I'm a NASA ship, ready to blast off
I go SO hard, I broke both arms
And still throwing punchlines with the cast off!
H-h-hats off, with my glasses on
And got more soul than a pair of platforms
You better plat four, the more you act full
You likely never heard nothing like that before

[Hook x2:]
Smoke is allowed; stacking some faces;
Weed is a shot; when money we chasing;
One is for pain; other one is a down;
Can't think of tomorrow; too caught up in now

[Verse II:]
Smoking a forest; drink 'till I'm nauseous
Roll up a spliff of that what the fuck ever you hecklers
Who feeling skeptical want me to call it!
The people that know me don't ever be asking me shit
They just know it's the rawest;
All they do it roll it and spark it
All I do it spit till my money the tallest
—still I be ballin', like: "Which one?"
"Pick one!" Any destination that's a city
Where the pretty young chicks from;
Looking at a lot—yeah, my vision is an eyeful
Kind like the Tower in the city where my kicks from
Kick some till I'm blazed up
I want get laid, not laid off
I want be made, not Mad-off
She valet all my clothes and take off
Cause I'm sky high—get wit me
Fucked the first, it was destiny
We getting all money for a lot of dream mile
Cuz you'll probably end up being the death of me

[Hook x2:]