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Dead Faces 2 by Daniel

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Dead Faces 2

Chicago Drill

0:002:33
Lyrics
Description
[Intro]
Man, I swear I seen too much…
This life ain’t a flex—it’s a war zone.
R.I.P. my brothers… we still out here.
[Verse 1]
Dead faces in my pocket, but my soul still broke,
Every loss I took turned my heart to smoke.
Heard the opps outside, had to load that pole,
Ain’t no love in the rack, just sticks and code.
Mama cryin' 'cause I’m livin’ too wild,
Judge gave bro 40, he ain’t seen his child.
Ops on Live talk loud for a crowd,
'Til we catch 'em lackin’—now it’s silence, wow.
Trenches cold, got PTSD,
Jump when I hear them tires screech.
I don’t trust no soul but the Glock I clean,
And that’s facts, no rap cap, not just a scheme.
[Hook]
I see dead faces, I don’t dream no more,
Eyes wide open when I sleep on floors.
Paranoia in my chest like a locked front door,
And these streets don’t heal, they just bleed some more.
I got pain in my blood, can't fake it,
I got ops in the cut tryna snake it.
I ain't duckin' nothin', I'ma face it,
They don't love you ‘til you gone—so I chase it.
[Verse 2]
Used to post on the block with a chipped iPhone,
Now the bag come in off a ringtone tone.
Shorty died young, now his name on a stone,
Ain’t no mercy when your heart made chrome.
I seen bro do dirt, then laugh at fate,
Got booked next week, now he talk to the state.
You either slide or survive, no space for debate,
Had to turn cold early—I ain’t choose this state.
If I die, let my tape play loud in the whip,
Let my name ring bells from the North to the strip.
They ain't teach peace, they taught us to grip,
Taught us to shoot first, never run or slip.
[Hook Repeat]
I see dead faces, I don’t dream no more,
Eyes wide open when I sleep on floors.
Paranoia in my chest like a locked front door,
And these streets don’t heal, they just bleed some more.
I got pain in my blood, can't fake it,
I got ops in the cut tryna snake it.
I ain't duckin' nothin', I face it,
They don't love you ‘til you gone—so I chase it.
[Outro]
Yeah… it’s still love for the fallen,
Still war for the fake,
Long live the real…
From the trenches, for