no-face - Intellectual

[Intro]

I'm fuckin' with Good Intent

Ridin' 'round in that KOMPRESSOR with my lil' bro Good Intent, ayy

You can't tell me shit, I do my own thing

It don't make no sense if it ain't no change

I just want the money, don't want no fame

Once I get them bands, I'm going no face

She wan' lick my body like it's dolce

Once I hit that once, I love you always

Let me tell you straight, I ain't on no games

Girl, you can't stay down, I'm going no face

No face (I'm going), no case (I'm going)

How many times I'll relocate?

Come alias, I ain't even know my own name

I don't know the bitch, but I love it when she rotate

Some day I'ma get right, but for now that's onе day

Every day I thank God, fuck about a Sunday

Tryna get my mind straight, must ain't got the updatе

Fucked up, that's since bro died, shit still got me frustrated

Yeah, I been dumb jaded, ain't give a fuck lately

Every day the sun rise, but I been sun faded

High time to time, but shit, I'm almost over drug taking

Can't wait to tell my ma, "Thanks for believing, ain't you proud I made it?"