Facts 3

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[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]