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Facts

When I seen my first mil', I got excited
It wasn’t even mine though
Shit just gave me motivation
I know it’s more to life than bein' on the block
Same tuition
I’m a Block Boy, though
I’d rather take from yours than see my mama starve
Who knew I’d make it this far, I ain’t never had a job
Hard-bodied young nigga, I put the stars all in my car
Not too long ago, I had to swing the stick like a guitar
I never let the money change me, that’s facts
You a gangster but you ate the cheese, nigga, you a rat
I couldn’t afford J’s, nigga, now my shoes cost a rack
They went on the move and he couldn’t even bring his partner back
Damn
Soon as I touched my first mil'
That shit expired, straight up
Tell the young niggas to do it
Get off on it, get off on it
Before I leave this earth, I wanna buy my mama a mansion
Got this Glock in my pocket, I ain’t good with all the dancing
It’s a 23, but it hold thirty in extension
I ain’t payin' a bitch for shit, I can’t even pay attention
I can’t let 'em fuck me over how the streets did you
I don’t throw no white flags, I don’t shine no truce
And if your brother beefin' with me, I’ma shoot him too
A real precise shooter, nigga, I can knock out a tooth
I know a lot of niggas dead or in the can
JuJu kept it solid, I can’t say the same 'bout Ken (Rat)
He steady screamin' loyalty but told on all his mans
That’s why I’m big on family, I can’t never trust a friend (On God)
I’d rather take from yours than see my mama starve
Who knew I’d make it this far, I ain’t never had a job
Hard-bodied young nigga, I put the stars all in my car
Not too long ago, I had to swing the stick like a guitar
I never let the money change me, that’s facts
You a gangster but you ate the cheese, nigga, you a rat
I couldn’t afford J’s, nigga, now my shoes cost a rack
They went on the move and he couldn’t even bring his partner back
I can’t let no nigga trick me out the top spot (The fuck?)
I gotta make it home to my son, I keep my Glock (That fire)
I need a hundred M’s, nigga, I’m tryna feed my block (The block)
And I can’t leave these niggas stranded 'cause I’m all they got (Damn)
Just remain solid, nigga, you gon' be somethin' (Facts)
Don’t chase them hoes when the paper and the freaks come (Facts)
They ain’t your brother, you was down bad, they ain’t send you nothin' (Fuck
'em)
I’m tryna make my mama proud on TV or somethin' (Facts)
I’d rather take from yours than see my mama starve
Who knew I’d make it this far, I ain’t never had a job
Hard-bodied young nigga, I put the stars all in my car
Not too long ago, I had to swing the stick like a guitar
I never let the money change me, that’s facts
You a gangster but you ate the cheese, nigga, you a rat
I couldn’t afford J’s, nigga, now my shoes cost a rack
They went on the move and he couldn’t even bring his partner back