Facts

They say they want that real shit. We gon' take 'em there. Yuh

I done came a long way from that '94 Firebird
My blunt's full of medical, started out it was dirt
All my clothes designer and my foreign go skrrt
But none of that means shit if I don't know my own worth
And I know I got potential I'm still hungry like my stomach hurt
Now jackboys tryna stick me up, at least that's what the streets heard
So if I gotta walk somewhere I keep a pole under my shirt
So when my family watch the news, it ain't me going in the dirt
Waste my opportunity when others die, that be so selfish
So I take every diss and act like I ain't even felt it
Keep my cool cause I'm tryna have my team balling out like the Celtics
But if a bitch talk bout my family then fuck it, I can't help it
If he fucking with my bros then best believe that I'ma dog him
And if he make himself a problem, got a .40, we can solve it
Do the hit by myself, don't tell my bros, don't involve 'em
When I lay in bed at night I think of all these fucking problems
Who the fuck is Lil Mouse? Man, I got bigger fish to fry
I got homies in the kitchen, yeah my man still whipping pies
Yeah I got homies that's tryna see real money before they touch the sky
And I'll be strapped every day before I let one of my homies die
Not tryna lose nobody but if I gotta I'ma let them llamas fly
Cause over my dead body I don't wanna hear my momma cry
And that's real, last of a dying bread, I ain't like you other guys
Claiming that's your brother but you was the first one to testify
I know youngins growing up elementary they was [?]
They gon' be in the street long as there's licks for them be hitting
But I'm tryna get so rich I can show my people riches
So I'm working everyday, I ain't got time for you bitches
When y'all asking if I'ma quit, who the fuck are y'all kidding?
I still got lil homies [?] work who ain't got a pot to piss in
So I'm still in the stu' tryna murder every beat with a written
If you can't take the heat then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Started out with nothing, tryna make myself a heavy weight
That's why I'm out here grinding for it, grinding each and every day
Keep fucking round in these streets I'ma end up where the devil stay
Just give me a fat blunt, a bad bitch, before I make it to heaven's gates
Started out with nothing, tryna make myself a heavy weight
That's why I'm out here grinding for it, grinding each and every day
Keep fucking round in these streets I'ma end up where the devil stay
Just give me a fat blunt, a bad bitch, before I make it to heaven's gates