Facts Not Cap lyrics

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
It's facts, not cap, all I do is just rap
Life's good so I don't even drill no more
When I shot that boy on their block, they ain't do sh*t
So in my mind, we don't beef no more
I ain't risking my freedom looking for them man
Tell me why I'd do that for
I ain't got sh*t to prove
Cah in my mind I'll shoot man's face till he can't see no more
Me and bro don't think till after the works
Why'd you think **** was bleeding for?
"OFB's just rappers, not enough slappers"
Tell me why they're grieving for
All these guns 'round you and you ain't shot one man
Then we can't beef no more
When the car pulled up, he was preeing too much
Then *bow*, now he can't pree no more

[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra]
I'm in a penthouse suite, sending out some heat
Watch my young G's creep, find a man and glee
Better tuck them dreads
If we sight one lock on that block then that's rastaman six feet
Then we catch us a vibe at shawty's crib (Eh-heh)
Look how the vibe's so sweet
Make money, shoot guns and we f*ck bare gyal
Knife work's been cray but we shot bare man
I've been talking tough on these tunes for like eight years now
All now, I ain't changed my tone
Cah I seen man live in the flesh and I backed my chat
Diss me, you won't make it home
Me, I shot man bait on camera
Tell me why the f*ck would I change my tone?
Tell me who's got a problem, link on the roads
Millionaire and I still got my pole
[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
It's facts, not cap, all I do is just rap
Life's good so I don't even drill no more
When I shot that boy on their block, they ain't do sh*t
So in my mind, we don't beef no more
I ain't risking my freedom looking for them man
Tell me why I'd do that for
I ain't got sh*t to prove
Cah in my mind I'll shoot man's face till he can't see no more
Me and bro don't think till after the works
Why'd you think **** was bleeding for?
"OFB's just rappers, not enough slappers"
Tell me why they're grieving for
All these guns 'round you and you ain't shot one man
Then we can't beef no more
When the car pulled up, he was preeing too much
Then *bow*, now he can't pree no more

[Verse 2: Clavish]
It's facts, no cap
In an Airbnb with a thirty-eight spinner and a glizzy on tap
They wanna know if I live what I rap
Been spinning them blocks, just look at my stats
BRIT nominee but I'm still in the flats
Got cheffed, shoulda ran quicker than that
No two two guns, got bigger than that
Got rid, now my new ting thicker than that
And if he ain't shot no one with his mash
I don't get why his members call him a gunman
There was a sliding starting eleven, C-L-A-V, I'd be at the front akh
Pull up and dump that and I don't hide
Catch me in the Six, let's see if they come back
I don't put on my blacks no more
But all of them turners, know that I fund that
Got a hundred bags on my wrist, got a hundred bags on my neck
When I finish finalising the pendant, that's a quarter million step
How many guns did I bring in my auntie's crib this summer? Keep that hush
If they get the drop on the addy, probably be them that end up stressed
[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
It's facts, not cap, all I do is just rap
Life's good so I don't even drill no more
When I shot that boy on their block, they ain't do sh*t
So in my mind, we don't beef no more
I ain't risking my freedom looking for them man
Tell me why I'd do that for
I ain't got sh*t to prove
Cah in my mind I'll shoot man's face till he can't see no more
Me and bro don't think till after the works
Why'd you think **** was bleeding for?
"OFB's just rappers, not enough slappers"
Tell me why they're grieving for
All these guns 'round you and you ain't shot one man
Then we can't beef no more
When the car pulled up, he was preeing too much
Then *bow*, now he can't pree no more