trapface x - way it is... Lyrics

Ya'll know the type of shit we be on lately, I don't know, I just got a lil story time for y'all
Y'all see what I'm saying
Cuz recently, I've been thinking all about these bigger things
When I see it, I'ma get it, I'ma get it instantly

They been hatin' since I done know, it's been like infinity
I just wanna move up, maybe living in the Middle East
Or just up in Italy, I hope that y'all are listening, or missin' me
Cuz when I'm gone, I wanna hear that sympathy, that misery

Try to take me out, but you didn't leave an injury
And this is my delivery, I didn't leave a mystery
Leaving me in misery, messin' just with my imagery
And trying to take me down, but I ain't taking that shit physically

Crawling like some snakes, cuz you know that they really slithering
I'm just up on top, and I really just jus took this victory
I just wanna say, what is up with the world today
Is everybody switching up, and they won't say it to your face

And that's facts, they gon' really talk if it's really behind your back
That is that, that's the way, and that is facts
They gon' talk behind your back, and it really just stays that way
They just wanna see you laying down until you in your grave

They gon' try to set you down until you hear them that you're grey
Yeah, they wanna take you out, it's a f*cking shame
Now I'm sitting in the dark, and I'm really just feeling mad
Reminiscing about all the times that were just really bad

What the hell I gotta do to get some money in my hand
How I'm moving, I ain't never get a stuck up in the sand
Cuz I stand tall, all these haters praying on my downfall
All this money you would really think that I just gamble

Try to stop me down, but I ain't talking about no sandals
Now I'm moving around, just trying to set examples
How I'm moving now, and they just trying to get the best of me
I'm just cooking it up, but I ain't talking recipe

Now I'm really feeling like I was just like an enemy
I'm just gonna get it, cuz you know it's my necessity
All these f*cking bitches, and they really in my dick
Moving around, they buzzing just like it was just a tick

And they moving around, how you go and make me sick
How you f*ck another dude, and that shit just give me a ick
How you f*ck up on another dude, and lean in for a kiss
How I'm f*cking on your hoe, and then I check off the list

How I'm looking around, I see your grave, and then I f*cking piss
Seeing all your friends, I might f*ck one, maybe six
Maybe six, maybe tens, how I'm rolling in the bands
They really should be your own homies, and your f*cking friends

When they say it to your face, they gonna lie and pretend
But that's just the way it is, in the f*cking end