Gas Face (feat. Remy Banks)

You can fool the rest of the world, long as New York know Uh We some underground kings, feel like Pimp C Met Bun, said "Pocket Full of Stones" was the shit we Was bumping with a pocket full of weed back at sixteen I was small, pops still called me pipsqueak Now when I go below fourteenth street, they adore me Show me love, I turn the corner, adorn me with forties See who it be? Feel like I'm down in Philly and I'm Beanie Sieg But can't lie, really feeling more like Peedi C-R-A-C-K It's just lil' me, P-A-T-R-I-C-K Look, ayy, I'm just a local guy that happen to vocalize Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper's poster child What, I'm supposed to die For you to show me mines? Is that the only time you can find me on your mind? For you to really know I was fly, jeez Post up old pics on IG Then sign me My dead body Even when dead, lot of money to make off me That's why I gotta live, so they can't force me To do what they thought I should've did What it could've been Shit, I did me since I pulled in, ain't no pulling him Ain't no pushing him Too much shrooms, too much kush in him I ain't knew to this, I grew in this, got used to it Even if I'm dead and gone, still can't use the kid In my will, Andre and Bruno tell you what to do with it Probably won't have much cash saved All I know how to do is spew shit And the game don't just give cash away And I smoke a half a day Don't got no more back pay So no joke, looking like I might go broke at this rate But can't end up in last place 'Cause I'm the only one in the lane that Pat laid We built from scratch, you was mass made Grabbed what you could take 'fore it was too late Had it early on, but word is bond, you had bad taste When we met, left a bad taste This fool tried to castrate me 'fore I had hair on my damn face Essentially, y'all mad fake So inevitably, y'all had to hate At first, I was upset, had made a sad face (Ah) But then I learned the best could relate (Uh) That day was affirmed when I heard Zev Love X give you the gas face Get the gas face Get the gas face You know who you are Feel like I'm in Three 6, the most known unknown As long as they know we the ones when we come home I love how you know they the locals by the love they show But on road, no, they don't understand, yo Like, "What's your mans on?", feel like Cam'ron Damn, you can fool the world, long as New York know Feel like I'm in Three 6, the most known unknown As long as they know we the ones when we come home I love how you know they the locals by the love they show But on road, no, they don't understand, yo Like, "What's your mans on?", feel like Cam'ron You can fool the world, long as New York know You can fool the rest of the world, long as New York know Tried to overlook us, nearly went blind 'cause they couldn't Worked they pupils to the limit Everything they searching for was live and present Had meetings at labels, but they was kidding Artist development talks lazy 'cause they couldn't trace the gimmick All they had to do was focus on the lyrics so they can get the vision Who in our class was spitting vivid like us? Who else you know had Flex running They freestyle primetime radio in the mix with the top hits? That shit was bug If they cared about the sound back then like they doing now Guaranteed I would've seen a milli' twice around off my first shit But fuck it, though, because they bumping it like it just dropped Be getting rich, the art is timeless While my peers was counting up, they tried to count me out But they couldn't do it There ain't a rapper in our age bracket that we ain't influence From the flow to the live show, niggas kept it the truest They say they city don't love you like you love it I find that hard to believe In the streets, the love I receive is infinite When we did it, we did it live without an instrument (Niggas know me) They say they city don't love you like you love it I find that hard to believe In the streets, the love I receive is infinite When we did it, we did it live without an instrument Real talk Yeah Wik Navy Yeah