Facts

(الألبوم: Television - 2019)

[HANKNATIVE:]
Let the facts talk
All y'all extra clout aside
I've been next up
Silver neck cuff 'til I die
Like what's next, bruh?
I can chef y'all, appetize
I won't change cause niggas iffy on they ri-ide, yeah

They wanted more of the hits
And I gave 'em more of the kid (Yeah)
Guess that the goals coincide
'Cause I'm live and the people is listening in
Like it's a vent, the smoke coming out of the end of my lips
Like it's mouthwash, sour the scent
How I took all of this from basement to citywide town hall
Notice this, because the things I'm doing lately overhead
Of all these haters tryna call me overrated, go ahead
But you're insane with your last statement
I need everything and then some
Silver spoons and silver plated
And we don't talk no more, but it's cool
Since I took some time away
Was busy crafting with the tools
Came from back outer space just to sauce up with my crew
Flying saucer with rotation
How I spin up off the juice, who is you
Check the math, bitch
College campus by the night
Then I'm back home
Little cash flow, I'm alright
Back to work bitch
I know my purpose up in this life
I got everything I need, I feel alri-ight, yeah
She want designer things and I want the finer things, too
Tryna' slide off the in range
Diamonds my fangs, got gold on the same tooth
Vision on point with the aim, I think I figured the game, cool
Smashing them out of the way, like this shit a GameCube
Carry over, I run the fella's like Ray Liotta
Run into a problem, we never get on the radio
Canopy and smoke, what I'm hoping for
And I'm holding onto flame in case they notice
I'm colder than all them claiming over
Kept up last month
Now the next check's looking tight
Family stressing
I can't bless them 'til I'm right
So much hurt, bitch
And I'm not perfect, but I fight
'Til I drop I do my best to go provi-ide, yeah

Let the facts talk
All y'all extra clout aside
I've been next up
Silver neck cuff 'til I die
Like what's next, bruh?
I can chef y'all, appetize
I won't change cause niggas iffy on they ri-ide, yeah

[Sam Paulino:]
Let the facts speak
I ain't worked up, I'll be fine
Keep on workin
We'll be strapped in, 99
Sold out last show, now I'm the asshole
But that's fine
Yeah that's fine, ayy

I'ma need a few
Before I strap into this rollercoaster
Blessed that I feel so alive, wow
I do this shit for my team
I ain't really one for the VIP
But I still need court-side seats
On the road, we been working
'Cause talking is cheap, bro, step aside
'Bout to blast off, 'bout the action, we can ride
Left my last girl 'cause she would act up all the time
I want more now, 'cause we at war now
Organized, we outside
Tryna keep my head above water, ayy
But I drown in the drip
Swim in the pussy, I'm out for a dip
Out for revenge, you can't fuck with' the kid (Ayy)
Sincerely, yours truly
I'm just tryna get everything I ever wanted
Bad lil foreign, cooking eggs in the morning
California king bed, switching my location on a Learjet
Hitting every city, doin shows on the road
Two phones, never home, don't call, I'm on, that's all
Think I'm losing control? Bitch, leave me alone
Please
I don't wanna think about going broke again
I just gotta keep my head up, focusing
But I know it's all a test, I guess
I'ma keep it moving, let the facts do the rest, just

[HANKNATIVE:]
Let the facts talk
All y'all extra clout aside
I've been next up
Silver neck cuff 'til I die
Like what's next, bruh?
I can chef y'all, appetize
I won't change cause niggas iffy on they ri-ide, yeah