BeenOfficial - Facts Vs Fiction (feat. Haddy Racks)

I'm bout this money, the whores got ya
I'm out west, waiting on the plug in Roberto's
Sipping on Horchata
The store stocked up
I load choppers, you call coppers
The Lord got us, and can't no federal law stop us
I lost more than what you could accomplish
Where I'm from street chemist get passed around like they're harlots
No Masters degrees
But niggaz mastered narcotics
Some sitting for centuries
Some turn bitch for a bargain
Damn
Let'em hate I'm a make money regardless
From the Projects
State pens, double bunk, sink and a toilet
Now I sit in a foreign
Use to be whipping a Taurus
Shit had no power steering but I kept hearing my calling
I kept going to get whatever the clientele wanted
Point 2's for 20 just to make 2800
Niggaz calling themselves crack kings all of a sudden
I mean
This pack clean, aint none of it fronted
Feel me

Written by:
Gregory Bowen

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