Facts 3

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Verse 1: Wiki] Facts, react To him, better act like-like-like a motherfucker know Hold back [?] I'm grown Flown different continents Boned different kinds of chicks Grown to this kind of shit Don't need no acknowledgements, no That's facts I'm back in the city and I just got into the zone So, what you want from me? Wanna come for me? Come for me - motherfucker let's go Even if I'm left on the floor you'll still be broke And I'll still be getting me dough [?] And I'm saying "fuck you" to get to your dome Facts, man, facts, man Y'all a bunch of little petty rap fans It's the New York pack man It's like facts, man, facts, fans Y'all a bunch of little shi tty rap fans It's the New York pack man, look Truth The only thing I wanna hear ringing through the streets man Ringing through the booth Youth They don't wanna hear all the shit they say up on the news Man, what you gonna do? Forgetting everything you sick of Got me looking like a sick duck - really how I look Not for real but I'm still at it and getting my dick sucked Now we back before the bridge when I live up We did the same shit: get lit Till we found a chick-let that was with it and we give up Hah, never that - I forever rap But I hardly ever wrap my dick up Just [?] [?] With a quick touch You off, you a moth I'm a butterfly, all them other guys [?] Yep, did I stutter? Nah, nah, nah motherfucker if you wonder why I [?] Motherfucker give up [Verse 2: Your Old Droog]