Read No Face Lyrics. Is Its Classy Lyrics Are Written By Drake .The official Music Video Has been Release Aug. 23, 2024 Day And Pre On The YouTube Channel And lyrics can be seen above here.
[Intro]
Ayy, what? What? What?
[Verse 1]
This is the shit that my daddy had raised me on
Niggas got lit off the features I skated on
I gotta know, I gotta know, how you get lit off the nigga you hatin’ on?
Numbers untouchable, they got the data wrong
This is the moment I know they been prayin’ on
What? Ayy, what? Ayy
Try knock The Boy off, but fuck it, I’m stayin’ on
O’ keep on sendin’ me slaps to go crazy on
40 keep sayin’ it’s time to be patient
It’s so many people we turnin’ the tables on
Capo got plans, but we’ll save that for later on
Hush’ll keep sayin’ they know that they played it wrong
KD just texted, “What the fuck are we waitin’ on?
“(Damn)Me, I’m expressionless, niggas be talkin’ ’bout, “Don’t shoot the messenger,” fah-fah-fah
You get shot for way less in here, none of you pussies is blockin’ my blessin’s here, what?
[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
All these years throwin’ success in your face, all of these baddies obsessed with my face
All the shit they don’t address in my face, I can’t be showin’ no stress in my face, what? Yeah
No face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face, no fa—
No face, no face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face, no fa—
No face, no face
What?
(Phew), yuh
No face, no face
No face, no face (Yeah)
No face, no face, no face, no face, no face, no—
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[Verse 2]
I don’t get sleepy off no melatonin, my therapist put in a thirty day notice
‘Cause I keep on talkin’ ’bout beefin’ and business and money and women
It’s no diagnosis, they emptied the clip (Pfft, quick), swap that shit out, and I came back reloaded
I’m just so happy that niggas who envied and held that shit in got to finally show it
I’m over the Moon, yeah, we’ll see you boys soon
I’m spreadin’ my wings, I hop out cocoon
I’m studio trappin’, I’m locked in the room, what?
[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
All these years throwin’ success in your face, all of these baddies obsessed with my face
All the shit they don’t address in my face, I can’t be showin’ no stress in my face, what?
Yeah
No face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face, no fa—
No face, no face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face, no fa—
No face, no face
What? (Phew), yuh
No face, no face
No face, no face (Yeah)
