Godfather of Harlem and Rowdy Rebel - Let's Talk Facts

(I got Hitman on the beat, Tahj Money)
Ha

Ayy, let's talk facts, dawg
First off it ain't no competition
I grew up different
Blue flag Cripping with no pot to piss in
I got that shmoney by my lonely
Just a couple homies
Don't try to bro me run up on
Me acting like you know me
I'm too elite, I'm too in tune, bitch
I'm from these streets
I sold your nigga some and
Had your nigga tweaked
Bitch all in her feelings but when she
See me she don't ever speak
I got out of prison
Made some millions in a couple weeks

That's why all them honey buns
They stuck on me, but nothing sweet
That's them honey buns think
'bout touching mе
I heard they got shmoney on my hеad
But who don't fuck with me?
Man, go and get your shmoney back
Them niggas know what's up with me
Same niggas think 'bout touching me
I get 'em touched for free
Do it quicker for a buck a piece
Off the drugs
I got in my feelings then I upped the piece
Sucker free, i don't fuck with niggas that
Don't fuck with me hood nigga
I don't the fuck the bitch if
She don't fuck the team
I'm good, nigga, we don't want your kind
Don't want your company
You gotta go through my lil' niggas
Just to talk to me
And tell all the promoters just to
Book me it's a couple ki's

Ayy, let's talk facts, dawg
First off it ain't no competition
I grew up different
Blue flag Cripping with no pot to piss in
I got that shmoney by my lonely
Just a couple homies
Don't try to bro me run up on
Me acting like you know me
I'm too elite, I'm too in tune, bitch
I'm from these streets
I sold your nigga some and
Had your nigga tweaked
Bitch all in her feelings but when she
See me she don't ever speak
I got out of prison
Made some millions in a couple weeks

Written by:
CHAD MARSHALL, GREGORY SANDERS JR., JULIEN B. ANDERSON, TAHJ JAVAL VAUGHN

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