Godfather of Harlem
Let’s Talk Facts
[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Tahj Money)
Ha
[Chorus]
Ayy, let's talk facts, dawg, first off it ain't no competition
I grew up different, blue flag Cripping with no pot to piss in
I got that shmoney by my lonely, just a couple homies
Don't try to bro me run up on me acting like you know me
I'm too elite, I'm too in tune, bitch, I'm from these streets
I sold your n***a some [?] and had your n***a tweaked
Bitch all in her feelings but when she see me she don't ever speak
I got out of prison, made some millions in a couple weeks
[Verse]
That's why all them honey buns, they stuck on me, but nothing sweet
That's them honey buns [?] think 'bout touching mе
I heard they got shmoney on my hеad, but who don't fuck with me?
Man, go and get your shmoney back, them n***as know what's up with me
Same n***as think 'bout touching me, I get 'em touched for free
[?] do it quicker for a buck a piece
Off the drugs, I got in my feelings then I upped the piece
Sucker free, I don't fuck with n***as that don't fuck with me
Hood n***a, I don't the fuck the bitch if she don't fuck the team
I'm good, n***a, we don't want your kind, don't want your company
You gotta go through my lil' n***as just to talk to me
And tell all the promoters just to book me it's a couple ki's
[Chorus]
Ayy, let's talk facts, dawg, first off it ain't no competition
I grew up different, blue flag Cripping with no pot to piss in
I got that shmoney by my lonely, just a couple homies
Don't try to bro me run up on me acting like you know me
I'm too elite, I'm too in tune, bitch, I'm from these streets
I sold your n***a some [?] and had your n***a tweaked
Bitch all in her feelings but when she see me she don't ever speak
I got out of prison, made some millions in a couple weeks