Heel/Face Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, yo
f*ck them n*ggas who hate, yea
Now we soundin' sweet, go!
(Sample: "Too sweeeeeeeet!")

[Hook]
f*ck them n*ggas who hate, duck them b*tches who fake
Everybody is real and everybody two-faced
Heel, face, heel, face, heel, wait
f*ck them n*ggas who hate, duck them b*tches who fake
You could be an earthquake or be a snake
Heel, face, heel, let's get it
f*ck with me

[Verse]
f*ck them b*tches who fake, all my sh*t on my plate
Got me under a fake one like you're Donald's toupé
No real knowledge on foreign policy, obviously bait
But it's obvious broken promises shall be your fate
I'm like the coldest, the dopest poet
No bullsh*t, I'm so devoted
I got at like 40 b*tches, but I always go with Chloe
My baby mama, G, my baby mama, G
Label took like 40 hours for no MED's
And, pick up the Maybach
I put these n*ggas in pieces, I duck sh*t
And watch these n*ggas walk in feces on features
See, the problem is
They're Malcolm Jamal Warner, I'm Malcolm X
Compare, yea, realest n*gga everywhere
Keep my peeps in Christian and they never gon' loose their Edge
f*ck it though, we like, f*ck it though
Me and Sean, Big Puffy though
He been on for a minute now
But when him around I'ma double up
Dropped one, hit a number one
f*ck you n*ggas, I'm goin' number one
f*ck you n*ggas, I'm Curt Hennig
Y'all n*ggas lookin' like bubble gum
Real shooter, Prince Balor
Real shooter, Prince Devitt
Only Buddha, no Len Bias
Nobody try us, we're too excellent
The execution here too special
Bless the booth, what I do special
You're a main event? I'm a main event
What I do? Pay-per-view special
You sleep on Folarin still?
I'm peepin' on you artists still
MMG still the hottest deal
Like Ric, Tully, and Arn still
I'm on my Ric Flair
Hit your head, infared weapon, no sixes
I'm on my Nature Boy
n*ggas try to f*ck up my money
Still leave with the gold