Facts (feat. YGM2x)

Been chasing that bag since I was a youngen They diss on the net, but ain't making no money At first I broke, I made nothing to something At first I was bumping, but now my Shit jumping Put trust in a glock before trusting a hoe I'm sliding with bop and we upping the score Just know what you doing, before asking for smoke Ion f*ck with them niggas, you know how it go 20 Some shots when I pop out the cut I tell them get down before I say hut You speak on my name now I'm asking you what Put a tag on his toe yeah I got that boy touched He was dissing on me but can't speak from a grave Can't talk to the boss it's to late to get saved I spit on that bitch like a muddafucking slave Get hit in yo head yo shit turned to a fade Ak-47 hit em dead in his shit I don't speak on my oppz but lil Chris he a bitch A f*ck boy keep playing, he get rolled in a mix .5 In a wood as big as it get I'm just like a drum, beat deep in yo shit Last nigga that played he got hit like a bitch I'm just like a snake I creep in yo shit Ian not big 30 bitch but I keep me a stick gang