Stickin To The Facts - Chillinit

Stickin' to the facts

Who you think really put the city on the map?

Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?

Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?

Who been gettin' my…

Stickin' to the facts

Who you think really put the city on the map?

Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?

Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?

Who been gettin' my…

Three-fiddy with three fiddies

I’m a bad boy, y’all on this record, it’s P Diddy

P with me, 'cause you see that we keepin' this weed with me

Freaks wanna freak, they see that we speak witty

So they (Uhh), we don’t give a (Uhh)

If you need a bag, make your biddy pick it up

How you gon' get a bag when you gotta tick it up?

Then you rap about your cash and your money and your fines

Brah, I see you gettin' none (Haha)

Claimin' that you got white

Like you rappin' on a record and you rock mic

That’s not right, you ain’t even on mic

Only pay cheque you ever get is from your job site, argh

What the fuck I’m on?

I sold a couple albums

Y’all ain’t sold a couple songs, that’s real talk

Put the business and pleasure inside a pot and let it drop

Then my brothers sing along when I hit 'em with the woo

I’m stickin' to the facts

Who you think really put the city on the map?

Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?

Who been livin' like that?

Who been gettin' my cash?

Who been gettin' my…

I’m stickin' to the facts

Who you think really put the city on the map?

Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?

Who been livin' like that?

Who, brah?

Fuckin' tell me, I’m stickin' to the facts

Now you wanna judge me

'Cause I do a bag in a swisher when she fuck me

And now you never love me?

And now you wanna cuss me?

And now you wanna send a few pictures of your puppy?

Now you wanna hunt me, what the fuck I done, G?

I’m feelin' like you love me, I think you wanna suck me

Admit like a man, admit it, yeah, I’m the man

Admit that you’re just lit for my lyrics, like you’re a stan

God damn, scales on the Bitcoin

Couple M’s, five-nine, that’s a big Royce

Rollie up a tec, that’s a big choice

Might just get 'em both and charge the family an invoice

Still rememberin' my house with the swishes

No dollars to my name, used to bounce just to get it

Same bruddas gettin' paid, blew me out like a gimmick

And now they want some discounts on my tickets like woo

I’m stickin' to the facts

Who you think really put the city on the map?

Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?

Who been livin' like that?

Who been gettin' my cash?

Who been gettin' my…

I’m stickin' to the facts

Who you think really put the city on the map?

Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?

Who been livin' like that?

Who, brah?

Fuckin' tell me, I’m stickin' to the facts

Man, two golden records, I been

I was doin' this like ten years ago, people think it was overnight

You gotta know how long this work shit take

We gettin' money for the fam

Real fuckin' talk

Man, I love this music shit, y’all got no idea

I’m stickin' to the facts

We really doin' this shit

We really doin' six-figure salaries, fuckin' oath

Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts

Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts, yeah

Stickin' to the facts