FACTS

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Ellevan]
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep
Comin' through like a fax
Oh, jeez, M-A-T-T lost it and put Ellevan on a track
I'm Pacquiao, not backing out
Matt's rappin' now, rat packin' now
And I'm Sammy and I'm tipsy, I'm blackin' out
I'm just actin' out, what you asking now?
Think that I'm a dictionary with the answers, pal?
I've just been giving good vibes and following signs
Go to your Instagram and make sure you're following mine
Yeah, I'm reppin' it, fam, to respect to the man
He saw the effect that I had, extended a hand
And used me as the weapon I am
YouTubers try rap and end up disrespecting the craft
What the fuck is with that?
Roll with it, man, go with it, fam
Show what you can do in exposing the pen
Wait, that was a lie
This right here is that freestyle guy
No "Take Two", yeah, this the truth
I'm just being authentically me
You should try the same for you
True

[Hook]
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that?
Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that?
Facts

[Verse 2: Humble the Poet]
Ain't it mental how celebrity can be so accidental
One day you do it for fun, the next we doing it for funds, essential
I ain't hating, get your paper, baby
Miserable millionaires competing for that Trending page
Maybe I want attention, too, oh
Show some boobies in my thumbnails for the clicks and views
You got a problem? Get my fans to cyberbully you
I got a Twitter army, but I'm lonely
Bend me over, gimme double taps and please, please tell me that you love me
Oh, tell me that you love me
The algorithm love it when you screwed up
The algorithm loves it when you boo'd up
So please be mine and I will vlog it every every day
And even if we break up, we can make it fake
And channel dominate with Streamy nomina-tions
It's all bullshit, 2018 masturbation

[Verse 3: Matthew Santoro]
A self-proclaimed plagiarist, LaBeouf ain't got shit on this
I still passed the grade and got paid; in fact, it made me rich
Old fashioned, extra bitter, lack of sweetness, flavourless
Y'all acting so sour, you'll prolly make a face like this
You love my life? Me, too; audit it
I got it lit, I think it's time that we toss the list
Of stand-offishness and got a grip, but you're not wit' it
Name your fans after yourself, huh? I think that you about to trip
That's just an everyday bro being corny
Your lyrics leave me empty like a rice-size bánh mì
You and the hoes in your videos bore me
Blow their mind with facts and expose you as a phony
A little cringy, unfriendly, you offend me, you'll bend me
But never end me, it's in me and— pause
Got Ellevan wit a lucky roll seven
Got talented friends so humble, we never stumble
I'm a resurrected catacumbal
My mind and body strong now, guru
Just bopped you on the head like that little rabbit Foo Foo
Never heard this style from me, naw, that's that new-new
'Bout to get that honest Aubrey Graham AdSense, true views

[Bridge]
Please tell me that you love me (Oh)
Oh, tell me that you love me (Oh)
Please tell me that you love me (oh)
Tell me that you love me (Oh)
I just need your (Oh)
Validation
I just want your eyes on me (Oh)

[Hook]
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts
What's that? Facts (Toronto to Hollyhood)
What's that?
Facts