Remy Banks - Gas Face lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiki] Uh, we some underground kings, feel like Pimp C Met Bun, said pocket full of stones is the sh*t 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, adore me with 40's See who it be, feel like I'm down in Philly and I'm Beanie Sieg But can't lie, really feeling more like Peedy C R A C K, it's just a li'l me P A T R I C K, look, ay I'm just a local guy that happened to vocalize Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper's poster child What, I'm 'posed 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 Mind and body, even when dead lotta money to make off me That's why I gotta live so they can force me to do what they thought I shoulda did, what it coulda been sh*t I did me since I pulled in They pulling him, ain't no pushing him Too much shrooms, too much kush in him I ain't new 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 Prolly won't have much cash saved, all I know how to do is spew sh*t 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 was 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 hate At first, I was upset and made a sad face Ahhhhh But then I learned the best could relate That day was affirmed when I heard Zev Love X give you the Gas Face [Hook: Wiki] 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 the 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 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 the 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 [Verse 2: Remy Banks] Look, listen Tried to overlook this, nearly went blind 'cause they couldn't Work 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 spittin' vivid like us? Who else you know had Flex running their freestyle On prime time radio in the mix with the top hits, that sh*t was bug If they cared about the sound back then like they doing now Guaranteed I woulda seen a milli twice around off my first sh*t But fu*k it though because they bumping it like it just dropped We getting rich, the art is timeless When 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, ni**as kept it the truest [Outro: Remy Banks & Wiki] They say the city don't love you like you love it I find it hard to believe in the streets, the love I receive is infinite When we get it, we get it live without an instrument They say the city don't love you like you love it I find it hard to believe in the streets, the love I receive is infinite When we get it, we get it live without an instrument Remy, Wik, Navy, yo