Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Speak Facts , by - JayDaYoungan. Release date: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Speak Facts |
| Count it all up, I can never get back |
| I count it all up, I can never get back, uh |
| Let’s speak on the facts, It ain’t too many that like to do that |
| The time that I lost, I can never get back, I got kicked out the house, |
| had to sleep in the trap |
| I’m wearin' in the streets fucking with ultra racks, bitch I don’t cap, |
| I ain’t never liked hats |
| Pockets was slim, now my shit real fat |
| Give 'em that look and my shooter attack |
| Stuck in the streets and my feelings attached |
| No love in my city, shit feel like Iraq |
| Young niggas down 'cause these young niggas strap |
| Ain’t gotta quest to go so step on my back |
| Loyalty seems like it never exist |
| Close friends turn into enemies quick |
| They used to treat me like I wasn’t shit |
| I swear I been through a whole lotta shit |
| More money, more problems, shit making me sick |
| Grown niggas beefin', ain’t making no sense |
| Do this for times when we couldn’t pay the rent |
| Now 'til my next dollar you get fifty cent, uh |
| It’s cancer forever, the reason we spent |
| Speak on my name, bitch you got me bent |
| Blew his shit back, Now he can’t speak again |
| I never went missin', they ask where I been |
| All I can hear is my name in the wind |
| Lord forgive me for all my sins |
| Forever thuggin' like this 'til the end |
| I’m sick of losin', I’m just tryna win |
| Hi-Tec, I never f*ck with the gin |
| Cuban Link on me that’s 3 times 10 |
| Young nigga ballin' like I’m Chamberlain |
| Let’s speak on the facts, It ain’t too many that like to do that |
| The time that I lost, I can never get back, got kicked out the house, |
| had to sleep in the trap |
| I’m wearin' in the streets fucking with ultra racks, bitch I don’t cap, |
| I ain’t never liked hats |
| Pockets too slim and my shit real fat |
| Give 'em that look and my shooter attack |
| Stuck in the streets and my feelings attached |
| No love in my city, shit feel like Iraq |
| Young niggas down 'cause these young niggas strap |
| Ain’t gotta quest to go so step on my back |
| Loyalty seems like it never exist |
| Close friends turn into enemies quick |
| They used to treat me like I wasn’t shit |
| I swear I been through a whole lotta shit |