Faces Up

UTAH

Babyface Ray - Donda Bag

Drafted by the wonderfully, crafted within a slumber tree, planted by my dimples, my Corazon 'fore they numbered me. Who brought the cuete, the tequila, and the drugs for me? Missing shots, taking shots, left a slug for me. I heard he taking shots, aim right, left a slug for me.

Ojala, smokin' O'z, I'm a menace to law. She want fuck me, they want cuff me, send you minutes from Allah. Press a button & its ringing, today might just be your call. Its igniting on ignition, they just might light up the car. 
Talking all that Chapo shit, I really look like his cousin though. They know what it is, what its finna be & what it wasn't though. Got me little wifey, my brother told me "Don't love no hoe". I can tell, the way you shook my hand, you never sold no drugs before. Never slid for the homie & you aint ever pop no slugs before. "Yo, you got some gas?" I got the oil tank filled. Yo, you chasing your tail? We scheming chasing a mill'. Keep a eye on 'em all, fuck a front, I need my scrill. I remember days tryna help momma, I was late on bills. I ain't Pharrell or Katy Perry, I'm in the fields. I do this for the Westside of Tucson & all my Locc's bitch. Knew I'd be a king like Luther, dreamt & I spoke it. I was just a kid thinking 'bout money & some spoked rims. Jazz & the blues on the block, none of my clothes fit. Boutta leave some clues for the thots in the bando, none of the hoes fit. My woman find out, its gone get atrocious.Watch out for them evil spirits that you be walking by. Psychedelic soul with some wings, I can talk & fly. This that motherfucking kilo in the baby stroller. Soldier of the soul, watch the navy roll up. Focused on her arc yeah they named me knower. Pay me no attention but just pay me more. Children under attack, focused on famous motives. They was just tryna get a little baby show at Hotel Congress & yeah they claim they know us. We were left for dead, made to live. Gave us plague & they took our kids. False hope is major bid. Made you love a phone & hate the wind. 

Drafted by the wonderfully, crafted within a slumber tree, planted by my dimples, my Corazon 'fore they numbered me. Who brought the cuete, the tequila, and the drugs for me? Missing shots, taking shots, left a slug for me. I heard he taking shots, aim right, left a slug for me.

Sumn' bout the air feel decent, I got a chopper & I'm walking to the precinct. Something happened in the recent & I descend. In the sand of the reason, pine tree bend. It's overkill mode. It's over kills & more. Motherfuckers is porn addicted. You motherfuckers is phone addicted. Program made you hate & destroy the women, they self esteem. You won't buy yourself your car but you quick to buy a dream. You ain't no fuckin' pimp, you a fiend. You think you player but I never seen you take a shot for the team. Poppin' all that P' shit, ain't popped shit but a bean. 

In my days of solitude, I never been more solid, true. As it's all fallen through, learning just to follow through. Creation right in front of me. The hatred don't trouble me. Hands fallen under the smiles & the world opened suddenly.

Drafted by the wonderfully, crafted within a slumber tree, planted by my dimples, my Corazon 'fore they numbered me. Who brought the cuete, the tequila, and the drugs for me? Missing shots, taking shots, left a slug for me. I heard he taking shots, aim right, left a slug for me.

IF ALLAH WAS AZTEC

413 (prod. by illathnmst)

Track #2 on I almost forgot 
Artists: Young Deji
Producer: Teezy (@ninefiveprod)
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