FACTS

Used to trap up But I'm done with that Now I'm just here to spit facts in rap Jump on the stage and I'll hear them clap What do you phonies think of that? Don't sell no cess But I still got funds Ain't got no stress But I still do runs Ain't got no gang And I don't want none Rather sit back with a brew in the pub Ain't no scrub I clean up nicely Get some grub Ain't even pricey Still taste five star Wear no g-star I ain't tryna be Escobar I'm still tryna raise the bar For my city Who here with me Used to rhyme gritty But I stopped with that Spent my time litty Like a useless chat Now I'm right with it My dream I'll live it Got my haters livid Like a beug I'll rip it I'll show my spirit Make the whole world feel it Used to trap up But I'm done with that Now I'm just here to spit facts in rap Jump on the stage and I'll hear them clap What do you phonies think of that? Used to trap up But I'm done with that Now I'm just here to spit facts in rap Jump on the stage and I'll hear them clap What do you phonies think of that? Still in the ends I got few friends On my side We don't try and hide Just face the shit Then boss up right Soon my team we be taking flights Legal shit we don't take no bribes Happy hour is my favourite time I ain't street just tryna rhyme Most these cunts acting hard In their bedroom twirling shard Nah I've never seen a yard But that shit it shouldn't matter This shit should transcend a class So f*ck this I ain't kissing ass To all these fuckers claiming gang Saying they will make it bang What happened, to friendly competition Now humility is missing You could say I'm on a mission Cause this shit it got me wishing for some more conscious opinions Call me corny I ain't listen Used to trap up But I'm done with that Now I'm just here to spit facts in rap Jump on the stage and I'll hear them clap What do you phonies think of that? Been on the streets but it's been a while Face that shit with a little guile Liquid courage in a vial Hit the pavement with some GEL Smuggle shit just like Schapelle Tryna stay away from hell Every day I'm on my grind I'm tryna find my peace of mind But that shit it keeps eluding Got me feeling a lil deluded I be asking myself who this Cunt, that's tryna tell me this Cunt, that's tryna tell me that I be reaching for the bat Crack some heads 'fore I fall flat