Facts - SG Tip

When I seen my first mil', I got excited

It wasn’t even mine though

Shit just gave me motivation

I know it’s more to life than bein' on the block

Same tuition

I’m a Block Boy, though

I’d rather take from yours than see my mama starve

Who knew I’d make it this far, I ain’t never had a job

Hard-bodied young nigga, I put the stars all in my car

Not too long ago, I had to swing the stick like a guitar

I never let the money change me, that’s facts

You a gangster but you ate the cheese, nigga, you a rat

I couldn’t afford J’s, nigga, now my shoes cost a rack

They went on the move and he couldn’t even bring his partner back

Damn

Soon as I touched my first mil'

That shit expired, straight up

Tell the young niggas to do it

Get off on it, get off on it

Before I leave this earth, I wanna buy my mama a mansion

Got this Glock in my pocket, I ain’t good with all the dancing

It’s a 23, but it hold thirty in extension

I ain’t payin' a bitch for shit, I can’t even pay attention

I can’t let 'em fuck me over how the streets did you

I don’t throw no white flags, I don’t shine no truce

And if your brother beefin' with me, I’ma shoot him too

A real precise shooter, nigga, I can knock out a tooth

I know a lot of niggas dead or in the can

JuJu kept it solid, I can’t say the same 'bout Ken (Rat)

He steady screamin' loyalty but told on all his mans

That’s why I’m big on family, I can’t never trust a friend (On God)

I’d rather take from yours than see my mama starve

Who knew I’d make it this far, I ain’t never had a job

Hard-bodied young nigga, I put the stars all in my car

Not too long ago, I had to swing the stick like a guitar

I never let the money change me, that’s facts

You a gangster but you ate the cheese, nigga, you a rat

I couldn’t afford J’s, nigga, now my shoes cost a rack

They went on the move and he couldn’t even bring his partner back

I can’t let no nigga trick me out the top spot (The fuck?)

I gotta make it home to my son, I keep my Glock (That fire)

I need a hundred M’s, nigga, I’m tryna feed my block (The block)

And I can’t leave these niggas stranded 'cause I’m all they got (Damn)

Just remain solid, nigga, you gon' be somethin' (Facts)

Don’t chase them hoes when the paper and the freaks come (Facts)

They ain’t your brother, you was down bad, they ain’t send you nothin' (Fuck

'em)

I’m tryna make my mama proud on TV or somethin' (Facts)

I’d rather take from yours than see my mama starve

Who knew I’d make it this far, I ain’t never had a job

Hard-bodied young nigga, I put the stars all in my car

Not too long ago, I had to swing the stick like a guitar

I never let the money change me, that’s facts

You a gangster but you ate the cheese, nigga, you a rat

I couldn’t afford J’s, nigga, now my shoes cost a rack

They went on the move and he couldn’t even bring his partner back