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[Verse 1: Wiki]
Facts, react
To him, better act like-like-like a motherfucker know
Hold back [?] I'm grown
Flown different continents
Boned different kinds of chicks
Grown to this kind of shit
Don't need no acknowledgements, no
That's facts I'm back in the city and I just got into the zone
So, what you want from me?
Wanna come for me?
Come for me - motherfucker let's go
Even if I'm left on the floor you'll still be broke
And I'll still be getting me dough
[?]
And I'm saying "fuck you" to get to your dome
Facts, man, facts, man
Y'all a bunch of little petty rap fans
It's the New York pack man
It's like facts, man, facts, fans
Y'all a bunch of little shi tty rap fans
It's the New York pack man, look
Truth
The only thing I wanna hear ringing through the streets man
Ringing through the booth
Youth
They don't wanna hear all the shit they say up on the news
Man, what you gonna do?
Forgetting everything you sick of
Got me looking like a sick duck - really how I look
Not for real but I'm still at it and getting my dick sucked
Now we back before the bridge when I live up
We did the same shit: get lit
Till we found a chick-let that was with it and we give up
Hah, never that - I forever rap
But I hardly ever wrap my dick up
Just [?]
[?]
With a quick touch
You off, you a moth
I'm a butterfly, all them other guys [?]
Yep, did I stutter?
Nah, nah, nah motherfucker if you wonder why I [?]
Motherfucker give up
[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]