Facts (feat. Rlsg B Smith)

Yeah, bitch Jackman in this bitch RLSG, gang! B Smith! Aye! I know I'm the shit I ain't gotta prove nothin' Your bitch know I'm the shit, that's why we be fuckin' You been on the block all day, you ain't made nothin' How you ain't got no money? you don't know hustlin' Damn, let me tell you somethin' I got two pounds of loud, let me smell you somethin' And I got perks for twenty, let me sell you somethin' Oh you way out in Cali? let me mail you somethin' I'm happy as hell I got money now, I got tired of strugglin' Niggas get into court and start singing I call them David Ruffin I love your bitch for her head but she good at stuffin' I was twenty one when I was thirteen like McLovin Yeah I bought some clothes for these two hoes but no designer pair (Yeah) Right after that they gave me brain just like a science fair (Yeah) I'm always like one step ahead and this a giant stair Once I make it up to the top you'll swear there's a lion there (Yeaah) And people shady at the top I keep my eye in there I ain't even tell them to watch, they got a stye in theirs (Yeah!) When it come to pushing music I'm a pioneer (Yeah) I was born into this shit and I'ma die in here! (Yeah!) Yeah, so no more ridin' with an eight ball Ain't gotta worry bout my gas cuz' the tank full (Vroom) Y'all was hatin' off the jump but I ain't hate y'all I just do it like Ivan Drago and break y'all! (Doo doo doo) Y'all some bums with this rap, man I hate y'all If I stand on top of my money I'ma look tall My son got over twenty thousand, he can barley talk Shoot a nigga right up in his knee now he can barley walk These [?] so powerful you can see the spark I paint a niggas whole crib, you wanna see my art? Uh, I call B Smith right down the block and get you straight raw (Yeah) You can cut it or cook it into an eight ball (Yeah) The hood f*ck with me cuz' I don't do it fake dog I just keep it realer than most and they respect that (Facts!) Every day inside of Flint is like a chess match That's the reason I keep my gun you don't wanna test that (Facts!) Used to make bread off of pills like I'ma press that (Yeah) Now I don't do it but you could guess that! (Yeah!) Now I just rap and focus on pesos Grab a little shawty that do whatever I say so (Yeah) If I tell her to get to baggin' this yayo She gon' do it for me while i can get down and lay low Wash a perk down with some purple you can watch it twirl (Yeah!) Let yo shawty hang round me and I might change her world (Yeah!) I'm not braggin' I'm not cappin' I'm just being Jackman yeah It's not fiction when I'm spittin' but this shit's a fraction! (Yeah!) Carry drip across my shoulders like the drip is boulders yeah! Told my family I'ma ride because I am a soldier yeah! You a goofy if you can't stand up and keep composure yeah! Put in leg work everyday like my legs got a motor yeah! Bought some clothes for these two hoes but no designer pair (yup) Right after that they gave me brain just like a science fair (Yeah) I'm always like one step ahead and this a giant stair Once I make it up to the top you'll swear there's a lion there (Yeah) And people shady at the top I keep my eye in there I ain't even tell them to watch they got a stye in theirs (Yeah) When it come to pushing music I'm a pioneer (Yeah) I was born into this shit and I'ma die in here (Yeaaah) I was born into this shit and I'ma die in here