All Factual
Yeah
Ya, ya, ya
Sometimes you gotta state the obvious, my nigga
Last time I checked, I was laying right on a mattress
With niggas doubting my ass and labels that's been too catfish
With girls that's been the maddest, some lines that's been illmatic
Guess you gotta you be a savage in a world that won't select us
Then another time I checked it was 14K 'round my neck
And some gold around my tooth, industry showing respect
Magazines say he next critics yelling, yeah that's facts
When you gotta go re-check 'cause the venues been too packed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And shit won't change, I still rule lanes
I still fuck frames, he still that guy
I might do London, and do Selfridges
I might go waste, the fuck you say?
And shit gon' pop, like come get smoke
Like boy like (woo), let's get this cake
And a boy outside, and it's All Selfmade (yeah)
Like fuck your brand, fuck unpaid (yeah, yeah)
Pull up at your crib like I am next, you dig?
ACC then LAX just for the checks, you dig?
Fuck your turf, cinco boys, it's a threat, you dig?
Benji steppin', ain't no cappin' 'cause that's facts, you dig? (Oh-ooh)
Pull up at your crib like I am next, you dig?
ACC then LAX just for the checks, you dig?
Fuck your turf, cinco boy, it's a threat, you dig?
Benji steppin', ain't no cappin' 'cause that's facts, you dig? (Yeah)
A boy too cold, like where your feelings at?
Fuck your sky, fuck your limit, where your ceilings at?
Chest talk, where your titties at?
I heard he signed a deal
Ain't no dolo, he been cappin'
Top five, top-notch, put your chit-chat where your trash is
You been all up in my DM, now you Hollywood nigga?
Your A&R just hit my line 'cause I bodied you niggas
Lost 233 at wintertime, Ghost on labadi on you niggas
I still murder your favorite rapper, Irv Gotti you niggas
Oh, you tough? Come and try
They gave me 10, I gave 'em 5
But I still slap a nigga, so it's suicide, that's suicide
Capo baby, name another
Cincoboy, fill the rubber
Selfmade all designer (yeah)
Biggie shades plus nike creps for summer (yeah, yeah)
Pull up at your crib like I am next, you dig?
ACC then LAX just for the checks, you dig?
Fuck your turf, cinco boys, it's a threat, you dig?
Benji steppin', ain't no cappin' 'cause that's facts, you dig? (Oh-ooh)
Pull up at your crib like I am next, you dig?
ACC then LAX just for the checks, you dig?
Fuck your turf, cinco boy, it's a threat, you dig?
Benji steppin', ain't no cappin' 'cause that's facts, you dig?
Ya, ya, ya
Sometimes you gotta state the obvious, my nigga
Last time I checked, I was laying right on a mattress
With niggas doubting my ass and labels that's been too catfish
With girls that's been the maddest, some lines that's been illmatic
Guess you gotta you be a savage in a world that won't select us
Then another time I checked it was 14K 'round my neck
And some gold around my tooth, industry showing respect
Magazines say he next critics yelling, yeah that's facts
When you gotta go re-check 'cause the venues been too packed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And shit won't change, I still rule lanes
I still fuck frames, he still that guy
I might do London, and do Selfridges
I might go waste, the fuck you say?
And shit gon' pop, like come get smoke
Like boy like (woo), let's get this cake
And a boy outside, and it's All Selfmade (yeah)
Like fuck your brand, fuck unpaid (yeah, yeah)
Pull up at your crib like I am next, you dig?
ACC then LAX just for the checks, you dig?
Fuck your turf, cinco boys, it's a threat, you dig?
Benji steppin', ain't no cappin' 'cause that's facts, you dig? (Oh-ooh)
Pull up at your crib like I am next, you dig?
ACC then LAX just for the checks, you dig?
Fuck your turf, cinco boy, it's a threat, you dig?
Benji steppin', ain't no cappin' 'cause that's facts, you dig? (Yeah)
A boy too cold, like where your feelings at?
Fuck your sky, fuck your limit, where your ceilings at?
Chest talk, where your titties at?
I heard he signed a deal
Ain't no dolo, he been cappin'
Top five, top-notch, put your chit-chat where your trash is
You been all up in my DM, now you Hollywood nigga?
Your A&R just hit my line 'cause I bodied you niggas
Lost 233 at wintertime, Ghost on labadi on you niggas
I still murder your favorite rapper, Irv Gotti you niggas
Oh, you tough? Come and try
They gave me 10, I gave 'em 5
But I still slap a nigga, so it's suicide, that's suicide
Capo baby, name another
Cincoboy, fill the rubber
Selfmade all designer (yeah)
Biggie shades plus nike creps for summer (yeah, yeah)
Pull up at your crib like I am next, you dig?
ACC then LAX just for the checks, you dig?
Fuck your turf, cinco boys, it's a threat, you dig?
Benji steppin', ain't no cappin' 'cause that's facts, you dig? (Oh-ooh)
Pull up at your crib like I am next, you dig?
ACC then LAX just for the checks, you dig?
Fuck your turf, cinco boy, it's a threat, you dig?
Benji steppin', ain't no cappin' 'cause that's facts, you dig?
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Writer(s): Kelvin Boakye
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