FACESHOT (Many Men Freestyle)

[Intro]
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
Suck my dick

[Verse 1]
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' makе it even hotter, oncе 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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"

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
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-
Suck my dick