Facts
Yeah
100 bands, bustin' out
Yeah
Count up nigga'
Two up, two down shit
Forever
Ah
100 bands bustin' out the wrapper
Money what I'm after
Comin' straight out the slums
Get a gun if they wanna kidnap ya
Lord forgive me I can't listen to the pastor
I'mma still do my dirt through this life, maybe not the one after
I'm just a bastard
Fuck her, won't give her my number
I'm stating facts, you could ask her
Paper keep comin' and women keep runnin', but I wish the first one was coming in faster
They us trapped in this ghetto forever my nigga
Why?
'Cause this shits a pattern
I got with evil, but death got a friend, my reason
'Cause your little bitch just badder
Get it?
B's up for the block nigga
Two up, two shots nigga
All do I is talk that talk, it's why I got the street on lock nigga
Oh, they want a verse right now?
It's one K a pop nigga
Finger up to the cops
Tell the boys in blue that I can't be stopped nigga
Fuck who don't like it, they gonna respect it
I ran up some bands, I should cop a necklace
Shoutout to Johnny, my nigga he got me
He got a degree in that thing called finessin'
Throwing up two's and reppin' my section
Yeah we the mob, don't ask me no questions
Playing with nights you might lose ya' life
'Cause of my dog and he carry a weapon
I'm counting my blessings, stay true to the path
I've felt so much pain that I start to laugh
I'm making moves, got all of 'em mad
I'm living fast, I hope I don't crash
Foot on the gas, speed through the trenches
I want success, I'm really obsessive
They want me dead and I just don't get it
'Cause these hoes choosin' and I don't want wit' it
Came up on that corner, had to find my way down
I'm still far from rich, I'm just a little babe now
You scared of that ghetto, listen, that's my playground
Ain't too much to say, I don't stay around
House up on the hill tryna find a way to get it though
She just popped a pill, like a nigga really into those
Did it for the thrill, kept it real, I'm who she did it for
He just statin' facts, kept it a stack, if you didn't know
Yeah
Just tryin' get my bands up nigga
Facts
Talkin' like a hundred thousand, two-hundred thousand
Nah I need a mill, twenty to be exact
Yeah
Back again, see I was stayin' focused, had a plan to get it
All I did was put my trust in God by seventeen I was mad religious
Devil tempt me with the baddest bitches
Oh Lord, I made some bad decisions
I ain't even livin' right lately
It's very hard but I'm tryin' switch it
Me and pops ain't politickin', we barely talk, let the karma get him
Did my mama so damn wrong that it makes it so hard to miss him
I wanna hit him, but I can't though
If pressure hit me when the bands low
Them hard times never last though
I'm addicted to the cash flow
Little sister got my ass sewed
I wanna change, but I can't though
Pray for me, light a candle
Them demons got me by a handle
Left the crib, put a slide out
On the block with the nines out
My brother hid the work at my house
Pray my mother didn't find out
A nigga body had a birds cheep
Not the ones that fly south
Who is hot? That was third degree
A lot of folks got tied down
Reminisce about it Bleecker Street
It's where I learned how to keep it G
Please forgive me for my evil deeds
'Cause right now I'm just tryin' to keep the peace (yeah)
Came up on that corner, had to find my way down
I'm still far from rich, I'm just a little babe now
You scared of that ghetto, listen, that's my playground
Ain't too much to say, I don't stay around
House up on the hill tryna find a way to get it though
She just popped a pill, like a nigga really into those
Did it for the thrill, kept it real, I'm who she did it for
He just statin' facts, keep it a stack, if you didn't know
Writer/s: Shaquille Bastille
