Facts

I do this shit for the f*ck of it Just to show niggas who they really fucking wit All of my people saying that they proud of me I want the money yes I want a lot of it Count it by myself no need for accountants Presidents on me like Rushmore mountains Drip is too wet like it came from a fountain One man band I don't need a surrounding Just bought a glock and it came with a beam Nike my feet And collective my jeans BB my belt with a dare on my t But The Drugs Are not Really Expensive for me I just sell it for high and I get it for cheap I gotta get money yes by any means Can't be selfish do this shit for the team She say I'm a dog well it take one to see All Bite No Bark see the blood in my teeth In the field all day see the dirt on my cleats Just trying to get paid every day of the week You don't want no beef I will leave you deceased Ima hit her one time give her cold shoulder That nigga out of luck need a four leaf clover He called for the packs but I already sold them Call my amigo he gone bring it over I spit facts I get racks I flip packs I'm lit like a match I smoke dmt and hit planet x with my friends I got money stuffed all within my collective pants