Facts

Real rap is what I spit, cause it's all facts it ain't bullshit

I bust my nut up on her lips, I dip, then you kiss her boy you a bitch

Rollin' blunts, grab another zip, Puff on this plane it give me a lift

Shit flips quick, I make chips quick, Whole clique with this arithmetic

See, I'm really bout it, been steady, countin', Ask anybody that knows me

All you pussies doubted, now you haters drownin' In depression because I flow heat

And no, you cannot do it like me, You slow and you sound so wack over beats

Yo, bro, put down the mic, boy, you weak, You takin' the L like your name is Trippie

My shit be bumpin' and no, I'm not frontin', I'm fuckin' up functions till money be comin'

The flow, it's still runnin', it got your squad jumpin' like trap when it's bussin'