Faceless Bladee & Kane Grocerys

[Intro: YSB OG]
Ayo, DJ Kenn, man, turn up, man, drop that shit, man, you know how we comin', man
Squad
All or Nothing

[Chorus: Bladee]
Am I really crazy? Crazy for you, baby
Three grams to the face and now I'm feeling faceless
Ride around in L.A., shoot like I'm the mayor
Stay out of my way, could you do me a favor?
Smoking in the park, yeah, feelin' like a skater
Looking at me left, yeah, you look like a hater
I'm not gonna say much, I'ma say a prayer
Pull off in an Audi, I'ma see you later

[Verse 1: YSB OG]
And you's know I've been patiently waiting 'fore I got to explode
All this fake beef, niggas better act like they know
On the front line prayed up, ready for war
Got them killers on the side of me, all my niggas hardcore
Sippin' lean I just scored, finna go and hit the stove
Now it's back to the yo, cookin' up, they want more
Got an album in stores, went overseas on tour
I was flying in different countries, waking up
Rocking shows, did it all for the culture
Gotta watch out for them vultures
From the blocks of horror
A lot of bloody fucking murders, mourn one, they get tortured
We shining over here, burning hot, bitch, we scorching
Told my girl I miss her when I'm touring