FACESHOT (Many Men Freestyle) Letra - Lil Tjay

Grrt, boom, boom, boom

Look, y'all niggas–

Y'all niggas done fucked up man

I don't really got too much to say though, you know I'm sayin' like

Took 7, man (Stay cool for what? I'm confused)

Y'all niggas know I got the city and

I'm not really a politicker though, like, but, feel me

You gotta feel me

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Youngest in charge, king of my city

I'm the richest to ever do it after Hov', Fif' and Diddy

New York, I'm like the motherfuckin' co-founder

Love the feelin', they won't blow up, they can't go around ya'

Niggas mad, thought they had a reason to be glad

Can't come out, I just really sit down, chill, and laugh

They like, "What's the beef?" I be like, "Lets not recite the past"

'Cause that's gon' make it even hotter, once we get back on they– (You know)

Like what? Mr. Manny steady talkin' like he tough

Caught his ass, ain't have no pole, and he went skippin' off the dust

Type of guy, try to take sum' from me, boy, you high

And I ain't sayin' he the suspect but lil' homie out of eye

Old streets rules apply, I got hit, ain't wonder why

All prior, all I know is when they see me, it's goodbye

I know many men, out there wanna get me, tell 'em "Bend again"

Never on no scary shit, not afraid like Eminem

Singin' nigga, but you sleep on me that be your flaw

Lettin' me live, that was stupid, must think one plus two is four

I'm just buildin' up accord, dick suckers, I ignore

Upped it first, but still ain't kill me, I would've shot you in your jaw

I know many men, wished death upon me

Yeah, I got the guys but I shoot doley

Face shots for the next and last run-up and see

And if you don't believe me, ask them

Many men, many-many-many-many men

Think 'cause I sing that I won't pack your ass

Faceshot, I'll blast your ass, fuck mercy, no need

I know 50 might not share this, 'cause he fuck with the opps

Just pray he don't take it down, the moment it drop

I ain't get this shit clear, but it's clear that only one nigga gon' be here to survive all the comin' years

That's a music threat, lil' nigga, don't be scared

Sippin' Branson right now, yeah, this shit got me lit

I know they like, "How after seven that boy come back so quick?"

Well, you don't know, the doctors don't, and I don't know neither

But just for that, I can't give hatin' niggas no breather

Straight off the top, go to the block, and tell 'em who wanna rich

Bet with a .30 I could get your ass shot more than Nicki

But I'ma double up, let me shut the fuck up off this double cup

I know you got bubble guts, but no purpose to huddle up

Shit crazy, I was gon' speak, but then not

They thought, lil' homie, I got swollen from a fight on the rock

Yeah, I know, this ain't that, lil' niggas got popped

And just for him, I had to remix this and call it "FACESHOT"

Many men, wished death upon me

Yeah, I got the guys but I shoot doley

Face shots for the next and last run-up and see

And if you don't believe me, ask them

Many men, many-many-many-many men

Think 'cause I sing that I won't pack your ass

Faceshot, I'll blast your ass, fuck mercy, no need

Ayo, you heard though?

Look, listen real quick and shit, you know what I'm sayin' like

NJPD got my chains, you know what I'm sayin'

They took 'em off of my neck when I was, you know what I'm sayin'

Goin' through my lil' situation and shit

I'on know why would y'all try some dumbass shit like that you-

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