Jsteezzy & 16raheem - fact check (feat. Wodiene)

Uh I get paid for the real that's a fact check
I been putting in work for a fat check
They be saying they wanting the smoke
But it been a few months we ain't muhfucking match yet
I got lyrics from song back in 2018 that they still didn't muhfucking catch yet
They done broke in my car and then took out the money
So that's where I can't keep the cash at no
Ppen the pack they like pass that Bo jackson
Everything that's that strong gassy
You don't work hard you slow molasses
Gold my glasses throw my passes
I need the buffs like hold that ten pound
Sixteen verse shit hit like a ten round
I almost failed and didn't get the cap gown
All of my teachers knowing that eye rap now
In my old school smelling like reefer
Member ain't use to be cool with these teachers
Wodiene making classicals offa the reaper
She fuck wit the music I know she a keeper
I can spit my truth shit easy to me
Y'all cap don't know who you appeasing please
Flow on dis bitch like steez wit ease
Man I ain't even go too hard I'm chillin
Run up a track and I ain't neva tired
Rapper try diss me it's cute that tried
I'll cancel yo ass like you said sum foul
Cause technically words hurt more than they sound
Beat on her back and I'm loving that sound
I'm a fatal attraction I killing em now
I made it a habit of getting around
But I cannot help it she bad than I'm down
Smoking on antidote this shit the answer
Roll up a hemp I try to avoid cancer
Pounce onna the beat like a brother a panther
Always start first ya like boy a commander
Beat on the beat going hulk like I'm banner
Shoot at ya feet turning bitches to dancers
She told me im rude like I ain't got no manners
Smoking on green but I'll still hit the canna
I get paid for the real that's a fact check
I been putting in work for a fat check
They be saying they wanting the smoke
But it been a few months we ain't muhfucking match yet
I got lyrics from song back in 2018 that they still didn't muhfucking catch yet
They done broke in my car and then took out the money
So that's where I can't keep the cash at no
I rap it up no street vendor
No fruit seller
The beat tender
A beat bender is me, send her to me and she on my meat
Know real steppers that kill whether you talkin to the police
Know real steppers that step and they don't walk up on they feet
Im tryna make money that make me happy
Schoolin these niggas when I get rapping
Color then sickles when I'm on a trap beat
Ruler in this like im tryna get graphing
Im getting graphic
Put em plastic
I get a gun it go under the mattress
I get a gun I don't shoot for fun
And if you tryna run you get put where in the trash is
Passive with my back unless my back against the wall
I was clashing with myself like I was asking for a brawl
Chillin in the back of all the classes
When I saw I needed glasses just to see
I stuck a landing like malasias rapping
Put that shit up if you believe it
Kill a instrumental sequence
I don't need sense for your grievance
Beat the beat like I'm it's weakness
I never thought that I would rap in present day times
If we drop the song then we just tried to elevate the crime
I get paid for the real that's a fact check
I been putting in work for a fat check
They be saying they wanting the smoke
But it been a few months we ain't muhfucking match yet
I got lyrics from song back in 2018 that they still didn't muhfucking catch yet
They done broke in my car and then took out the money
So that's where I can't keep the cash at no

Written by:
Ibraheem Azam, Jalen Daniels, Jalen Sharp

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