FACTS.

[Intro]
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Ah-ha (Dun-dun-doo-ooo-ooh)
You better recognize the facts (Dun-dun-doo-ooo-ooh)

[Verse 1]
I made a hunnid off of clothin'
Spent it on the music just to stay independent
Me and my co-defendent (Co-defendent)
We come from where they leave lead in your appendix
Man, we spit a lot of blood reppin' for the section
I'm old school mackin', lack a contraceptive
Poet the capo spit the facto, no deceptive
I guarantee you gon' respect my line
Know we bury motherfuckers up in L.A. side (For real)
Poetik Suspekt, bitch, I am the truth
When I spit, it's vodka, nigga, straight absolute (Absolute)
I tell her "run these facts", don't just assume
Every neighbourhood I slide through, O.G. salute (O.G. salute)
I'm like cancer to the block, I pollute
Black Panther fist, Tamasese Mau a Pule, uce
Enemies hit my spot but get snoozed
Body marked and battle scars, flea bites and tattoos
Fake friends, had to drop them, fools
Middle finger to the industry, fuck your rules
Face Killa as I slide with a tools
Hardcore criminals that are chasing the jewels
Straight facts

[Chorus]
I put my city on the map
Got my city on my back
Relax, you better recognize the facts, bitch
My fingers hurt countin' stacks (Ah-ha)
Bank account sittin' way fat, you better recognize the facts, bitch
I'm the Six-Eighty-Five landlord, you better pay your time
Oh god, that's a fact, bitch
You got a problem but you quiet
Talk behind my back like you scared, that's a motherfuckin' fact, bitch

[Verse 2]
Pardon my curse words but I curse words
Send a text funga in Morse code swallowed by death (Uh-huh)
Learned how to shoot guns 'fore I learned how to rap (Block-uh)
I can hit you with these hollow tips right where you at
They wanna be like me, tryna green like me
But you know you can't fuck with Samoan O.G.'s ([?])
And we active, my uso's semi in the trunk
Got the [?] by the mattress, method to my madness (To my madness)
Got the paper stackin', always in the streets like traffic
Haters always try to get a reaction, look
This fool ran his mouth up on the 'gram
I caught him at the KFC and made him swallow his teeth
Gave my number to his bitch so she could swallow my seeds
A-P-I-A every day I slide through the streets, ayy
I put a lot of you on and kept you safe
Better mention these facts when you speak on my name, Poetik

[Chorus]
I put my city on the map
Got my city on my back
Relax, you better recognize the facts, bitch
My fingers hurt countin' stacks (Ah-ha)
Bank account sittin' way fat, you better recognize the facts, bitch
I'm the Six-Eighty-Five landlord, you better pay your time
Oh god, that's a fact, bitch
You got a problem but you quiet
Talk behind my back like you scared, that's a motherfuckin' fact, bitch

[Outro]
Doon-doo (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Doon-doo (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Doon-doo (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Doon-doo (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Doon-doo (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Doon-doo (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh)