FACTS (Remix)

[Verse 1]
So it's time we burn Hollywood
(Back in the mix)
They can call me what they want, I know
Too bad, I call them fake woke
They are on both sides
I've seen with my eyes
I ain't gon' hate though
Can't call everyone racist, what's the point
People may point at me and say "He got a point"
Or they gon' point just to point, do you get the point
But that's besides the point, the point is you can't call someone racist for no reason
Unless they being racist for no reason

[Chorus]
This ain't rap, this ain't money, cars, and clothes
We ain't sellin' drugs, we ain't gonna overdose
We ain't pushing guns, ain't promoting stripper poles
We won't turn your sons into thugs or your daughters into- Woah

[Verse 2]
Who speaking facts, not people who get the bag
These people claim BLM but ain't for the blacks
Who looking at my pockets, no they ain't fat
Ben may have been right, y'all are just WAP's
Y'all are too busy calling gay people "fags"
Y'all are too busy every friend of yours– uhh
Cause hell yeah, I ain't going to hell, yeah
Life ain't always too well, yeah, but you can't always tell, yeah (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
To hell with the devil, yeah I am a rebel (Huh)

[Chorus]
This ain't rap, this ain't money, cars, and clothes
We ain't sellin' drugs, we ain't gonna overdose
We ain't pushing guns, ain't promoting stripper poles
We won't turn your sons into thugs or your daughters into-

[Outro]
The Throne
Get off my-