All Facts

Yo
This all facts
No hater formed against me shall ever prosper
Reppin Detroit
Shoutout to the A yeah
Yo

I hit the booth wit that ammo
Go from Yung Phree to Rambo
Kill the beat and dismantle
All for the dough and my famo
Hustled outta that bando
To a deluxe apartment
Went from pushin to start it
To button pushin to start it
Outchea grindin for that bag
Nina on me she the jealous type
Try to come between us
She bust to check if that melon ripe
Solid credit
Money long as train smoke my appetite
Sleepin for the dead
That hunger what keep me up at night
Outside of my shorty
Oh my god
Oh Lordy Lordy
She yell score I throw up 40
Through the night til the mornin
Then I hit the bricks
Back on my griddy
Like I ain't never left
Don't hear shit but dolla signs
Swear it's like I'm goin deaf
Wit the shits
Come at me sideways
Shit gon be goin left
Goin hard
Got more flow than Noah's Ark
In the vessel of the genesis flood
Risen from out the mud
Bathing ape beatin my chest
Yung roar wit the best
Yes

I ain't wit that frontin shit
Nigga this all facts
I walk it like I talk it
Yeah that's all facts
That G shit
I got it honest
Yeah that's all facts
My name come outcho mouth
It better be all facts
All facts
All facts
Me and my niggaz wit the shits
And yeah we all strapped
Was taught to get it by any means
We all trap
It's F.O.E and M.O.B
Until we all flat

Niggaz rappin like
They already made it
Where's is the hunger doe
My ribs showin
Runnin off pain and struggle
I gotta blow
Used to wanna be rich
Wealth is now what I'm grindin for
Cause in this game of life
You only get what you bargain for
Tryin turn my losses to wins
By dream chasin
Ten toes down
Though haters don't wanna see me make it
Tryin dyin to make it
Fuck dyin tryin to make it
Tryin play keep up
And frontin for IG
That's not me
I gotta have it for real doe
So I'm up every mornin
Outchea after that real dough
Niggaz hate to see other niggaz make it
So my head on the swivel
I move in silence
And keep that steel real close
Rather squob it out
But these niggaz out here real hoes
Scared to take a L
So they bussin
And jumpin niggaz
And I ain't havin that
Killin this
Wit no effort givin
I'm in my habitat
Real shit
Yung
I'm the ill-est
Ugh

I ain't wit that frontin shit
Nigga this all facts
I walk it like I talk it
Yeah that's all facts
That G shit
I got it honest
Yeah that's all facts
My name come outcho mouth
It better be all facts
All facts
All facts
Me and my niggaz wit the shits
And yeah we all strapped
Was taught to get it by any means
We all trap
It's F.O.E and M.O.B
Until we all flat

This all facts



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Writer(s): Lucian Jackson, Yung Phree
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