| Stickin' to the facts
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| Who you think really put the city on the map?
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| Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
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| Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?
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| Who been gettin' my…
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| Stickin' to the facts
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| Who you think really put the city on the map?
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| Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
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| Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?
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| Who been gettin' my…
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| Three-fiddy with three fiddies
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| I’m a bad boy, y’all on this record, it’s P Diddy
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| P with me, 'cause you see that we keepin' this weed with me
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| Freaks wanna freak, they see that we speak witty
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| So they (Uhh), we don’t give a (Uhh)
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| If you need a bag, make your biddy pick it up
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| How you gon' get a bag when you gotta tick it up?
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| Then you rap about your cash and your money and your fines
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| Brah, I see you gettin' none (Haha)
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| Claimin' that you got white
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| Like you rappin' on a record and you rock mic
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| That’s not right, you ain’t even on mic
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| Only pay cheque you ever get is from your job site, argh
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| What the fuck I’m on? |
| I sold a couple albums
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| Y’all ain’t sold a couple songs, that’s real talk
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| Put the business and pleasure inside a pot and let it drop
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| Then my brothers sing along when I hit 'em with the woo
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| I’m stickin' to the facts
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| Who you think really put the city on the map?
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| Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
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| Who been livin' like that? |
| Who been gettin' my cash?
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| Who been gettin' my…
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| I’m stickin' to the facts
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| Who you think really put the city on the map?
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| Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
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| Who been livin' like that? |
| Who, brah?
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| Fuckin' tell me, I’m stickin' to the facts
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| Now you wanna judge me
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| 'Cause I do a bag in a swisher when she fuck me
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| And now you never love me? |
| And now you wanna cuss me?
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| And now you wanna send a few pictures of your puppy?
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| Now you wanna hunt me, what the fuck I done, G?
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| I’m feelin' like you love me, I think you wanna suck me
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| Admit like a man, admit it, yeah, I’m the man
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| Admit that you’re just lit for my lyrics, like you’re a stan
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| God damn, scales on the Bitcoin
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| Couple M’s, five-nine, that’s a big Royce
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| Rollie up a tec, that’s a big choice
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| Might just get 'em both and charge the family an invoice
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| Still rememberin' my house with the swishes
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| No dollars to my name, used to bounce just to get it
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| Same bruddas gettin' paid, blew me out like a gimmick
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| And now they want some discounts on my tickets like woo
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| I’m stickin' to the facts
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| Who you think really put the city on the map?
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| Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
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| Who been livin' like that? |
| Who been gettin' my cash?
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| Who been gettin' my…
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| I’m stickin' to the facts
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| Who you think really put the city on the map?
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| Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
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| Who been livin' like that? |
| Who, brah?
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| Fuckin' tell me, I’m stickin' to the facts
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| Man, two golden records, I been
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| I was doin' this like ten years ago, people think it was overnight
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| You gotta know how long this work shit take
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| We gettin' money for the fam
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| Real fuckin' talk
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| Man, I love this music shit, y’all got no idea
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| I’m stickin' to the facts
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| We really doin' this shit
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| We really doin' six-figure salaries, fuckin' oath
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| Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts
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| Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts, yeah
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| Stickin' to the facts |