Faces

Hood brain street raised, (but scolded)

A wise man I had to face, (grew older)

Knew my purpose figured my ways, (polite sinner)

I love the streets they taught me thangs, (like love your image)

Would play house I was a King, a father

I never chased her she was, (in my system)

Would touch them twerking and twistin', (their asses)

Had to unwrap all of them one by one, (patient doctor)

In order to find you my precious Pharaoh, (inform your father)

Since a youngin' a had a father, (made me chase some money)

And my mama had a real problem, (creepin' at night)

I'm not that shy kid, (I got y'all questions)