Spittin Factz

(album: Santa - 2021)

B-Town stand up
Uptown Greg, I see you

I got the game but I can't shake the habit
Collateral damage, I came in this world a savage
I never hesitate to give them more than baggage
Put your body in the plastic
I live the good life full of money and passion
When I reach old age they'll never know what happened
Take 'em out, and before I take 'em out
We go to dinner, blow a kiss, and then they pass out
That's how I do when I split the bill
We cross the table 'cause I really wanna see how you feel
Cross the table then you won't make i to the brunch
Cross the label, use your body as lunch
Before rap I was in the streets
After rap I'm still in the streets, bitch it's be
This that "Lil B, why you driving a Honda
With a gun on the seat? That's weird to me"
This reality rap
I'm just spitting facts (Yes)

I can't make mistakes, bitch I'm too perfect
My youngins coming out the trap and they feeling worthless
I gave 'em hope and I ain't have to give 'em drugs
I gave 'em trust, that means as much as love
Give me a hug
We so deep up in the game I ain't coming back
If you ever talk about me you ain't coming back
Turn your body to a snack and your name a pack
I got points up in the game, simple and plain
It gets more complex, I just gotta change
It's an everyday struggle tryna keep your name
It's even harder to make sure you stay in frame
Once again, fuck the world and my enemies
That sounded cool til you gotta run into me
250 pounds, all brick nigga
Before I took his life I had to kiss the nigga

That's real
(Big homie shit, I'm the big homie)
That's how we do it now-a-days
You take their life, kiss 'em first
Lil B said that
Let's get it

This reality rap
This reality rap
This reality rap
I'm just spitting facts