Stickin To The Facts (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: The Octagon - 2020)

Sticking to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Yeah, living like that, who been getting my cash?
Who been getting my...
Sticking to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Yeah, living like that, who been getting my cash?
Who been getting my...

Three-fiddy with three fiddies
I'm a bad boy, y'all on this record, it's P Diddy
P with me, 'cause you see that we keeping this weed with me
Freaks wanna freak, they see that we speak witty
So they (Uhh), we don't give a (Uhh)
If you need a bag, make your biddy pick it up
How you gon' get a bag when you gotta tick it up?
Then you rap about your cash and your money and your fines
Brah, I see you getting none (Haha)
Claiming that you got white
Like you rapping on a record and you rock mic
That's not right, you ain't even on mic
Only pay cheque you ever get is from your job site, argh
What the fuck I'm on? I sold a couple albums
Y'all ain't sold a couple songs, that's real talk
Put the business and pleasure inside a pot and let it drop
Then my brothers sing along when I hit 'em with the woo

I'm sticking to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been living like that? Who been getting my cash?
Who been getting my...
I'm sticking to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been living like that? Who, brah?
Fucking tell me, I'm sticking to the facts

Now you wanna judge me
'Cause I do a bag in a swisher when she fuck me
And now you never love me? And now you wanna cuss me?
And now you wanna send a few pictures of your puppy?
Now you wanna hunt me, what the fuck I done, G?
I'm feeling like you love me, I think you wanna suck me
Admit like a man, admit it, yeah, I'm the man
Admit that you're just lit for my lyrics, like you're a stan
God damn, scales on the Bitcoin
Couple M's, five-nine, that's a big Royce
Rollie up a tec, that's a big choice
Might just get 'em both and charge the family an invoice
Still remembering my house with the swishes
No dollars to my name, used to bounce just to get it
Same bruddas getting paid, blew me out like a gimmick
And now they want some discounts on my tickets like woo

I'm sticking to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been living like that? Who been getting my cash?
Who been getting my...
I'm sticking to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been living like that? Who, brah?
Fucking tell me, I'm sticking to the facts

Man, two golden records, I been
I was doing this like ten years ago, people think it was overnight
You gotta know how long this work shit take
We getting money for the fam
Real fucking talk
Man, I love this music shit, y'all got no idea
I'm sticking to the facts
We really doing this shit
We really doing six-figure salaries, fucking oath
Sticking to the facts, yeah, sticking to the facts
Sticking to the facts, yeah, sticking to the facts, yeah
Sticking to the facts