Face It

By kitz

On CMD+

Released on August 2, 2025

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[Intro]

Uh (Woah), they know I went (Woah)

They know I went (Woah), they know I went (Woah)

They know I went crazy with it, I ain't gotta explain shit (Oh yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah


[Chorus]

They know I went crazy with it, I ain't gotta explain shit

If I'm ever sent in to that bitch, know how, never say shit

Thank God the kid a star, you the GOAT, you ain't ready for that conversation

Guess why my bitches all bad, guess why your bitches all basic

If you got a blunt, bitch, face it

Got bitches outside my Sprinter van, basic

5.56 to his head, top brainless

Drop down low, bitch, send the location

They wanna drop, I told him, "Stay patient"

Got hoes 'round the globe, they hate shit

I ain't never tryna be on no hate shit

I wish you wouldn't get famous (Oh yeah)


[Verse]

I'm tryna see you end up in this bitch

I'm tryna get to the top of this bitch

And they like, "brokitz, tell me how you gon' do it?"

I just say, "Fuck it," and lock myself in

I'm rocking out, I be on metal shit

Feel like Uzi, I flooded my wrist

I been on GOAT, I been on 10

I been on shit that you can't comprehend

I buy Hulu leavin' this bitch

She got on her knees, she did it for kitz

I cut the lamest shit that you did

I can't believe you do what I diss

I can't believe with nobody

I'm arching that back and she giving me sloppy

I don't really know what to do with a [?]

That fuck-boy, he knew me, he know I'm a topic

I do not get it, I don't even know how the fuck I stay with it

Walk in the spot, there's so many women

Damn it, brokitz, can we get a damn sippin'? For sure

Drop somethin', drop somethin', and you can get out of my mentions

Tryna get known 'cross the globe, tryna get know 'cross dimensions


[Chorus]

They know I went crazy with it, I ain't gotta explain shit

If I'm ever sent in to that bitch, know how, never say shit

Thank God the kid a star, you the GOAT, you ain't ready for that conversation

Guess why my bitches all bad, guess why your bitches all basic

If you got a blunt, bitch, face it

Got bitches outside my Sprinter van, basic

5.56 to his head, top brainless

Drop down low, bitch, send the location

They wanna drop, I told him, "Stay patient"

Got hoes 'round the globe, they hate shit

I ain't never tryna be on no hate shit

I wish you wouldn't get famous (Oh yeah)