Face the Facts

[Intro: Chaz Ultra]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
They get mad when they face the facts, yeah
Chaz

[Verse 1: Chaz Ultra]
Ain't to no shit I got a problem, yeah
Speaking all this shit like a fucking prophet
Ask your bitch these speakers is fucking knocking
Never start with a subject 'cause I get off topic
I dare one fucking rapper to try to top this
I done run up my money like a fucking stock pick
Give a fuck who you think I am
I'm coming with my clique
And I don't play dumb shit
I'm not here to benefit y'all
Came fast as I could, y'all been waiting on him
Play my road to the Oscars like I'm Dustin Hoffman
I sing to these hoes like I'm Frank Sinatra
I do everything good, I'ma fucking EGOT, bitch
Out of control, got dirty pockets
I hit the ground running, yeah
Bitch I botched it
This whole rap market is a fucking mosh pit
And y'all fake rappers ain't fuck to this shit

[Chorus: Trip Rexx]
Oooh, skrt
??? got to do me like that
Oh fasho fuck it all
Screaming out "Fuck y'all"

[Verse 2: Chaz Ultra]
Next verse, same premise as the last
I shoot the fucking movie scene and it's a wrap
Bitch ass rappers thinking 'bout Chaz
They so mad 'cause they ain't got this cash
And I don't need your motherfucking beats
I don't need your expertise
I don't need that studio suite
Bitch, I do this shit for cheap
Please, show me your catalog
It don't compare to me
S'why I'm going to extra hard these facts like machines
Popping these bags to fuel the machine
Yeah, my bitch bad, I picked her for my team
Kiddies like cabbage whine in these streets
All while I been getting paid rubber band G's
Motherfuckers don't know what it takes for this shit
I'm backed by doctors, they prescribed me a Boxter
Rapping in the booth but I feel like I'm boxed in