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Blue Face, Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Finessor
Length: 2:49
Written by: Jerome Walker




Finessor - Blue Face, Pt. 2 Lyrics




Run up a check
Run up a check
Still tryna flex on my ex
Aye
Stacking this bread
I'm charging ahead
I do not harbor regrets
Aye
All my friends dead
All my friends dead
Truthfully most of them left
Aye
No disrespect
No disrespect
Still screaming f*ck all the rest

I do not care about the clout shit or the fame
Just tryna make a way; because this life is not a game
So if you not making cents to me then don't expect no change
I'm busy piling bands yea I need some more blue face

Chasin a check
Chasin a check
Until my very last breath
Aye
Get in my get way
Fill you wit lead
Leave you in puddle of red
Aye
Still f*ck the feds
Still f*ck the feds
Be on the block wit the vets
Aye
Got money to get
Need a icy baguette
The only thing I fear is death
Aye
Dont need no help cuz I can do this on my own
The way I work so hard you woulda thought I had clone
No matter how much love I get I always feel alone
So I put my heart in music just to show how much I've grown
Ya
Always heard how was money
Root of all evil
But how else u expect me
To take care of all my people
So ima get a bag
By any means
And when I need to
Cuz nobody is around unless
You poppin and they need you

Run up a check
Run up a check
Still tryna flex on my ex
Aye
Stacking this bread
I'm charging ahead
I do not harbor regrets
Aye
All my friends dead
All my friends dead
Truthfully most of them left
Aye
No disrespect
No disrespect
Still screaming f*ck all the rest

Do not care about the clout shit or the fame
Just tryna make a way; because this life is not a game
So if you not making cents to me then don't expect no change
I'm busy piling bands yea I need some more blue face

Speedin to the bands
I swear success is like race
Ya
Cant stress enough I'm thankful that god
Blessed me wit his grace
Ya
I always remained solid and I made
It here by faith
Ya
Live like everyday my birthday I'm just
Tryna get that cake
Ya

My soul on fire because this world can
Get so cold
I have a bitch my heart
Found out what glittered wasn't gold
But I learn from my mistakes
So next time I will not fold
Gotta get everything I'm owed
Before the reaper take my soul
Ya
Live wit a purpose
You just gotta find a meaning
I'm on knees I'm praying
Cuz I gotta fight these demons
Told my mom I'll make it
I go so hard and she's the reason
I can not sleep at night until
We living how I'm dreaming

Run up a check
Run up a check
Still tryna flex on my ex
Aye
Stacking this bread
I'm charging ahead
I do not harbor regrets
Aye
All my friends dead
All my friends dead
Truthfully most of them left
Aye
No disrespect
No disrespect
Still screaming f*ck all the rest

I do not care about the clout shit or the fame
Just tryna make a way; because this life is not a game
So if you not making cents to me then don't expect no change
I'm busy piling bands yea I need some more blue face

I need some more blue face
Ya
Said I need some more blue face
Ya
I got so much cake to make
Ya
I need some more blue face
Ya ya
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Run up a check
Run up a check
Still tryna flex on my ex
Aye
Stacking this bread
I'm charging ahead
I do not harbor regrets
Aye
All my friends dead
All my friends dead
Truthfully most of them left
Aye
No disrespect
No disrespect
Still screaming f*ck all the rest

I do not care about the clout shit or the fame
Just tryna make a way; because this life is not a game
So if you not making cents to me then don't expect no change
I'm busy piling bands yea I need some more blue face

Chasin a check
Chasin a check
Until my very last breath
Aye
Get in my get way
Fill you wit lead
Leave you in puddle of red
Aye
Still f*ck the feds
Still f*ck the feds
Be on the block wit the vets
Aye
Got money to get
Need a icy baguette
The only thing I fear is death
Aye
Dont need no help cuz I can do this on my own
The way I work so hard you woulda thought I had clone
No matter how much love I get I always feel alone
So I put my heart in music just to show how much I've grown
Ya
Always heard how was money
Root of all evil
But how else u expect me
To take care of all my people
So ima get a bag
By any means
And when I need to
Cuz nobody is around unless
You poppin and they need you

Run up a check
Run up a check
Still tryna flex on my ex
Aye
Stacking this bread
I'm charging ahead
I do not harbor regrets
Aye
All my friends dead
All my friends dead
Truthfully most of them left
Aye
No disrespect
No disrespect
Still screaming f*ck all the rest

Do not care about the clout shit or the fame
Just tryna make a way; because this life is not a game
So if you not making cents to me then don't expect no change
I'm busy piling bands yea I need some more blue face

Speedin to the bands
I swear success is like race
Ya
Cant stress enough I'm thankful that god
Blessed me wit his grace
Ya
I always remained solid and I made
It here by faith
Ya
Live like everyday my birthday I'm just
Tryna get that cake
Ya

My soul on fire because this world can
Get so cold
I have a bitch my heart
Found out what glittered wasn't gold
But I learn from my mistakes
So next time I will not fold
Gotta get everything I'm owed
Before the reaper take my soul
Ya
Live wit a purpose
You just gotta find a meaning
I'm on knees I'm praying
Cuz I gotta fight these demons
Told my mom I'll make it
I go so hard and she's the reason
I can not sleep at night until
We living how I'm dreaming

Run up a check
Run up a check
Still tryna flex on my ex
Aye
Stacking this bread
I'm charging ahead
I do not harbor regrets
Aye
All my friends dead
All my friends dead
Truthfully most of them left
Aye
No disrespect
No disrespect
Still screaming f*ck all the rest

I do not care about the clout shit or the fame
Just tryna make a way; because this life is not a game
So if you not making cents to me then don't expect no change
I'm busy piling bands yea I need some more blue face

I need some more blue face
Ya
Said I need some more blue face
Ya
I got so much cake to make
Ya
I need some more blue face
Ya ya
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Writer: Jerome Walker
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