​facts lyrics

[Intro]
Ah, a-a-ah, a-a-ah, a-a-ah, ah
Ah, a-a-ah, a-a-ah, a-a-ah, ah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Let's go

[Chorus]
Look at the facts
Look where I'm at
Countin' the racks, trappers goin' up like in the mag (Grra)
Where do I lack?
Russian cream back
Xan on my neck, Bible study when I worship the cash (O-o-o-oh)
Chiropractor, gettin' stabbed in the back
Gettin' heavy, puttin' squad on my back
Provin' them wrong, would they look at the facts (Facts)
Sleep on me now, that be a foul
Turned into Frost overnight
'Til this day, I don't know how

[Verse 1]
Never really wanna be here like this
Pour a four, wanna go and reminisce
Ever since "more" it's been a revenge
b*tch gave me top, now she gonna get some mints
Everybody wanna ride my wave
Feelin' like Magic when my feet hit the pave
All this cheddar, gotta hide it in the safe
Crashed the Porsche so I hop in the Wraith
Motherf*ckers wanna talk
While I'm chasin' all this guap
No, you'll never see me stop
Eighty-thousand on the watch
People want the cigarettes, vetoing my sauce
I've been on a f*ckin' roll
I've been keepin' on the folds
I've been ridin' in the Rolls
I've been takin' all the souls
Been finessin' like a troll (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Cookin' like I'm Paula Dean
Everything that you have seen
Did this sh*t all on my own
It's the crap that I hone
Two birds, one stone
Two girls, one bone
In the post, no Malone
Crazy b*tch in my phone
Clothes on my body, head zone
Couple months that I've been in the zone
Couple months into the game
I cannot f*ck with the lame
I can never be the same
I will never change my name
Even if all the fame will get into my brain, yah, yah, yah
Tie your b*tch into a knot, ayy
Put my key into her lock, yeah
Put all my teachers in shock when I be at the top
f*ck you, I'll p*ss on your grave, b*tch
Please don't go and misbehave, b*tch
Why you always on the same sh*ts?
Sneak dissin' onto my name, b*tch
Always talkin' on the same clique
Why you always on the same sh*ts?
Sneak dissin', talk to my name, b*tch
Sneak dissin' onto my name, b*tch
[Bridge]
Don't matter the dark full moon
Living life like a cartoon
In the Lamb' I go zoom, zoom
In the Lamb' I go zoom, zoom
Don't matter the dark full moon
Living life like a cartoon
In the Lamb' I go zoom, zoom
In the Lamb' I go zoom, zoom
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Let's go

[Chorus]
Look at the facts
Look where I'm at
Countin' the racks, trappers goin' up like in the mag (Grra)
Where do I lack?
Russian cream back
Xan on my neck, Bible study when I worship the cash (O-o-o-oh)
Chiropractor, gettin' stabbed in the back
Gettin' heavy, puttin' squad on my back
Provin' them wrong, would they look at the facts (Facts)
Sleep on me now, that be a foul
Turned into Frost overnight
'Til this day, I don't know how