False Factor

[Intro]
(All that money in a false factor)
I feel like Marvin Gaye, bitch, uh (fuck out my life)
Fuck you mean, nigga?
I'd run with this, huh, huh
Yo

[Verse]
You got all that money in a false factor
Take me as a joke, you gon' die of laughter
Start a story, I'ma end it in the same chapter
End your life, you can tell me what it’s like after
Right price, that's enough for a nice puff
Bitch, I’m ratchet, I don't like nice stuff
Cold case Cyta, niggas know the deal
I don’t like how that nigga walk, give him wheels
I don't like how that nigga talk, make him robot
Why you still stash grass in the old spot?
That's a bad move, niggas been got caught
Boy, you workin' for the media, you been got bought, damn
I used to like weed 'til I start trippin'
I used to like hoes but I'm not pimpin'
I only want beef if you’re not chicken
Boy, you wanna kill niggas, you are not Christian
This a real nigga life, we are not switchin'
I used to like music but I’m not gifted
And they're like "Cyta, why are you so pessimistic?"
Bro, I don't like shit, I must be autistic
Now I like my gravy with dry biscuit
Point blank, shoot a nigga, make him die different
If a nigga hit a lick, he gon' die lickin'
You can't play me like a bitch, I ain't Paul Higgins
Call me Melly, leave a nigga in the front seat
I’d rather die a slow death like Buzzfeed
You ain’t A1, I’m A2, bitch, you A3
I don't got a ugly-ass wife, I ain't H3
I ain't got my reparations, cracker, you' gon pay me
New blick, new apartment, I ain't got no AC
Caribbean legs, so why these bitches try and chase me?
Medusa vibes, these niggas cold when they face me