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[chorus]
stickin’ to the facts
who you think really put the city on the map?
yeah, who you think really got these b_tches in the back?
yeah, livin’ like that, who been gettin’ my cash?
who been gettin’ my—
stickin’ to the facts
who you think really put the city on the map?
yeah, who you think really got these b_tches in the back?
yeah, livin’ like that, who been gettin’ my cash?
who been gettin’ my—

[verse 1]
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 keepin’ 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 gettin’ none (haha)
claimin’ that you got white
like you rappin’ 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 f_ck 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

[chorus]
i’m stickin’ to the facts
who you think really put the city on the map?
brah, who you think really got these b_tches in the back?
who been livin’ like that? who been gettin’ my cash?
who been gettin’ my—
i’m stickin’ to the facts
who you think really put the city on the map?
brah, who you think really got these b_tches in the back?
who been livin’ like that? who, brah?
f_ckin’ tell me, i’m stickin’ to the facts

[verse 2]
now you wanna judge me
’cause i do a bag in a swisher when she f_ck 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 f_ck i done, g?
i’m feelin’ 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 d_mn, 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 rememberin’ my house with the swishes
no dollars to my name, used to bounce just to get it
same bruddas gettin’ paid, blew me out like a gimmick
and now they want some discounts on my tickets like woo

[outro]
man, two golden records, i been
i was doin’ this like ten years ago, people think it was overnight
you gotta know how long this work sh_t take
we gettin’ money for the fam
real f_ckin’ talk
man, i love this music sh_t, y’all got no idea
i’m stickin’ to the facts
we really doin’ this sh_t
we really doin’ six_figure salaries, f_ckin’ oath
stickin’ to the facts, yeah, stickin’ to the facts
stickin’ to the facts, yeah, stickin’ to the facts, yeah
stickin’ to the facts

- chillinit

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