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letra de facts - jackman raps

[intro: rlsg b smith]
yeah, b-tch
jackman in this b-tch
rlsg, gang! b smith!
aye!

[verse 1: rlsg b smith]
i know i’m the sh-t i ain’t gotta prove nothin’
your b-tch know i’m the sh-t, that’s why we be f-ckin’
you been on the block all day, you ain’t made nothin’
how you ain’t got no money? you don’t know hustlin’
d-mn, let me tell you somethin’
i got two pounds of loud, let me smell you somethin’
and i got perks for twenty, let me sell you somethin’
oh you way out in cali? let me mail you somethin’
i’m happy as h-ll i got money now, i got tired of strugglin’
n-ggas get into court and start singing i call them david ruffin
i love your b-tch for her head but she good at stuffin’
i was twenty one when i was thirteen like mclovin

[verse 2: jackman raps]
yeah
i bought some clothes for these two hoes but no designer pair (yeah)
right after that they gave me brain just like a science fair (yeah)
i’m always like one step ahead and this a giant stair
once i make it up to the top you’ll swear there’s a lion there (yeaah)
and people shady at the top i keep my eye in there
i ain’t even tell them to watch, they got a stye in theirs (yeah!)
when it come to pushing music i’m a pioneer (yeah)
i was born into this sh-t and i’ma die in here! (yeah!)
yeah, so no more ridin’ with an eight ball
ain’t gotta worry bout my gas cuz’ the tank full (vroom)
y’all was hatin’ off the jump but i ain’t hate y’all
i just do it like ivan drago and break y’all! (doo doo doo)
[verse 3: rlsg b smth]
y’all some bums with this rap, man i hate y’all
if i stand on top of my money i’ma look tall
my son got over twenty thousand, he can barley talk
shoot a n-gga right up in his knee now he can barley walk
these [?] so powerful you can see the spark
i paint a n-ggas whole crib, you wanna see my art?

[verse 3: jackman raps]
uh, i call b smith right down the block and get you straight raw (yeah)
you can cut it or cook it into an eight ball (yeah)
the hood f-ck with me cuz’ i don’t do it fake dog
i just keep it realer than most and they respect that (facts!)
every day inside of flint is like a chess match
that’s the reason i keep my gun you don’t wanna test that (facts!)
used to make bread off of pills like i’ma press that (yeah)
now i don’t do it but you could guess that! (yeah!)
now i just rap and focus on pesos
grab a little shawty that do whatever i say so (yeah)
if i tell her to get to baggin’ this yayo
she gon’ do it for me while i can get down and lay low
wash a perk down with some purple you can watch it twirl (yeah!)
let yo shawty hang round me and i might change her world (yeah!)
i’m not braggin’ i’m not cappin’ i’m just being jackman yeah
it’s not fiction when i’m spittin’ but this sh-t’s a fraction! (yeah!)
carry drip across my shoulders like the drip is boulders yeah!
told my family i’ma ride because i am a soldier yeah!
you a goofy if you can’t stand up and keep composure yeah!
put in leg work everyday like my legs got a motor yeah!
bought some clothes for these two hoes but no designer pair (yup)
right after that they gave me brain just like a science fair (yeah)
i’m always like one step ahead and this a giant stair
once i make it up to the top you’ll swear there’s a lion there (yeah)
and people shady at the top i keep my eye in there
i ain’t even tell them to watch they got a stye in theirs (yeah)
when it come to pushing music i’m a pioneer (yeah)
i was born into this sh-t and i’ma die in here (yeaaah)
i was born into this sh-t and i’ma die in here

- jackman raps

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