Facts

(Intro)
Yeah, oh they gon' hate me for this one
If they don't already
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Chorus)

Lately I been going through some changes
Seeing different people, different faces
Old girl telling me I changed up
She said she don't know me, I look like a stranger

Facts
Counting up the racks
Oh you mad? (Oh you mad)
While you hating, I just made another stack (another stack nigga)

(Verse 1)

All these rappers play the field man I feel like I'm the ref
Always cooking in the studio I'm an audio fucking chef
Ever since the 4th grade man I knew that I could rap
Every time I hear your song man I wish that I was deaf, damn

All these rappers always hit me up and always tell me that they want a fucking feature
All these bitches always hit me up nigga never love em, only fuck and leave em
Always working in the winter but you know we always shining in the summertime
Always handle business, never trust the bitches but I got a thing for Samurai

She can get it if she want it (ey)
Prolly bring her home to mama (ey)
Bitches outchea causing drama (ey)
Cause my wifey bring em trouble (ey)

Me and you we are not the same, listen to my music then you'll hear the difference
I just run the city, you were out there sleeping, wake up nigga then you'll see the distance

Man I feel like Jordan, I'm jumping up with my tongue out
I been killing niggas since Ray was still giving shoutouts
We were swerving, fucking up the summer what a come up
Nowadays the money talks, and it never shut up

We know you're a good girl, why you outchea acting like a fucking rebel
Fake bitches talk a lotta shit, for a good example, look at Booty_Beko
Taking shots at my girlfriend but you never ever really want the action
Hating on a nigga, posting all these pictures, we can see it in your fucking captions (uh)

(Hook)

Facts
Counting up the racks (racks skrr)
Oh you mad? (Oh you mad)
While you hating, I just made another stack (another stack nigga)

(Verse 2)

Talking to my brother man that nigga influential
Living in the Reyno Manor, that's his Residential
Haven't seen that nigga in a while, I know he's working
Putting in that overtime, man I hope it's worth it

Fuck the drama, fuck these little rappers, thinking you're the shit boy you better stop it
Nowadays I got so many haters I can't even go out in public
S/o to my mama, prolly the only woman who will ever love me
I don't rest, I don't take naps, I'll only sleep when I'm in a coffin

Tryna take shots but I'm bulletproof (ey)
My songs doing rounds like a hooler hoop (ey)
Hating on me, take a look at you (ey)
Roll in the city with the fucking crew (ey)

I don't give a fuck what you really want where you niggas from cause you niggas can't rap like me
So I don't give a fuck what you really on, need to hit the gym cause you niggas ain't built like me, I'm gone