Factual

Came up in the church granddaddy was the pastor
They use to try and scare us when they talked
About the rapture
Live by the book or you gonna burn
Forever
Gave us the fear of God I guess
That way was mighty clever

Black sheep of the fam I'm looked down on
Safe to say it wasn't too many
I can call on
Didn't wanna vent so I just held all
My emotions in
That's the reason why I
Picked up on this pad and pen

Started gettin Out in traffic
Hangin wit my big cousins
I'm the youngest out the bunch I'm picking up
How they thuggin

Moms knew I was safe but
By the look on her face...
I know she had
A nervous feeling
When I left she would pray

I done seen a lot of shit it turned my heart cold
But I was built up for this shit see Ian never fold
These niggas writing statements y'all still
Hangin
Fuckin hoes

Oh just bc he yo right hand
He can fuck up the street code?

Oh now you gettin paper and you servin up the city
And still you been untouched
See y'all some snitchin lil bitches

Bitches gettin mad cuz ion wanna hang wit em
Cuz i see the fuckin mask like it's a snap chat filter

See you bitches be too fried so
I can't fuck wit ya
That ain't no weed you snawtin lines
What the fuck wrong wit ya

The closest how you seeing me is on
IG picture
I never needed damn a army it's
Just me on a mission

They say you really got a problem
But little do they know I got a little problem solver
I lost my best friend then my so called brother
Crossed me
I was stuck when that door shut
Cuz I was left in total darkness

Then I saw the light I had to follow that bitch
Hearing voices in my head
I had to get on my shit

I know they lurkin and they talkin
But I'm never gone quit
Had to get rid of knock offs
Cuz I'm too authentic

I'm out of service when I'm litty
Ain't no answering this flipski
Lot of haters in my city
Ima make these bitches feel me

Like that first hit of that blizzy
Or that licka have you dizzy
I gotta take off on pussys
Have they faces lookin shitty

And you know how I'm comin
I rep the same thang
These bitches twisting they fingers
Don't even gang bang
My brother swangin dem trees like an orangutan
And if you really bout that hollin we'll make
You sang

Like Anita Baker
You wanna meet yo maker?
This a long kiss goodnight this ain't no see you later

Bitch I stay in all black like I'm Darth Vader
Won't hesitate to let these bullets go
Emancipation

You know I gotta let em all free
They say they miss the old me
But fuck that shit I'm on bullshit
I got the recipe

Call me saint how I cook it up
And watch this snow fall
You a pussy how you let a youngin pull ya hoe card