Letra Can't feel my face. Yfn Lucci

Can't feel my face.

T-Turn me up, Fivee

Look, uh, good times don't never last forever (Uh)
Sometimes I feel like prayin' to the devil (Yeah)
Sometimes I feel like layin' down, but that'll never help it (Yeah)
Sometimes I feel like I ain't been rewarded for my efforts
This street shit done dried up, we livin' in the desert (We livin' in the desert)
That beef shit done died down, we tryna get richer
I would've put my mask down, but he ain't in th? picture
How these oth?r niggas mad, now, that they ain't in the picture?
Look, I can't walk around with my pole, but I gotta deal with it
Came out of jail on parole (Parole), but, look, I'm still lit (Lit)
I got a thick redbone that I might still hit (That I might still hit)
I got a couple old hoes that I might still hit
Look, I can't feel my face on some Wayne shit (Yeah)
The Glock got a switch, so I don't miss when I'm aimin' (Uh, yeah)
I'm the type to pull the drop out when it's rainin' (Yeah), huh
Misunderstood, but you wouldn't even understand it (Understand it)
You couldn't even stand it (Stand it)
Look, all problems only equal to one answer (One handsome)
A lot of robbers, some hustle, we all scammers (Uh, yeah)
Every time I walk and them hoes like "You handsome" (You handsome)
Every time I walk in the booth, there's a new anthem (Yeah)Okay, look, every other weekend in my yard a new Phantom (Yard, Phantom)
If I say every other week I minaj with a new dancer (Minaj, yeah)
Ayy, if I ever meet Nicki Minaj, I'm tryna blam her (Minaj, blam her)
Ayy, nigga, you don't want no smoke, we like cancer (We like cancer)
Look, when I don't post my young bitch she get to throwin' tantrums (Yeah, yeah)
And I only want the head, if she ain't natural (Ain't natural)
You can't name a nigga played that we ain't blast 'em (Ain't blast 'em)
We might have the same cars, but they ain't faster (Ain't faster)
Look, bitch, you ain't no Eve and I ain't Adam (Ain't Adam)
I can't do verse for free, bitch, I hate rappers (Hate rappers)
If you got that shit for cheap, then we tryna snatch 'em (Then we tryna snatch, uh)
We tryna snatch 'em (We tryna snatch, uh, yeah)
Look, a whole lot of gold bottles (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
You know Benjamin Franklin is my only role model (Yeah)
Grant, Jackson, Franklin my only role models (Oh, yeah)
Two jits, two glizzies and 'bout four choppers (Glizzies and 'bout four choppers)

Talkin' 'bout, nigga
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Two jits, two glizzies and 'bout four choppers
Yeah
Say, "Two jits, two— and 'bout four choppers