Nappy Roots - Facts lyrics
rate me(Verse)
You can do what ya want
But life has choices, do it or you don't
And I don't give a damn, a nigga will or he won't
And that's how I fill 30 days of the month
Ten times of the year somewhere on the combo
Doin' what I do, prolly business with yo uncles
Back of the club and he countin' up hundreds
Nappy's in the buildin', we came in bunches
They so contrary, they so conscious
I remember way back when we ate three lunches
They was on the radio when I was in concerts
Damn, what happened? The same kick's profit
Niggas had a ball but somebody else dropped it
It happens every fall but you really can't knock him
Had to play dead like a roadkill possum
Three years later fucked around and got good
The days at the radio... awesome
All I ever wanted was to get back to Boston
Thought I had a lot, fucked around and lost it
It cost to be a boss, damn, that shit cost him
Independent now, them boys, they flossin'
Double bird bends and a whole key often
Right beside em, beside em, they all dope
Hum digga nigga Cal been I suppose
(Hook)
My nigga stick to the back
Barely got clothes on yo back
Tryna make a livin' out rap
Ye ain't got stacks, ye ain't throwin' money like that
My nigga, stick to the facts
Ye ain't gettin' saved, ye ain't go to heaven cuz you pray
Ye ain't really brave, ye ain't really ready for the grave
My nigga, stick to the facts
(Verse 2)
Life's but a dream, dirt nigga truna get clean
Grass suits, hat with the dope in the scene
Shit ain't really nothin' wortha seen
A snitch, I was tryna grab team
Best friends with you, ride die niggas
Till we get caught up in the steam
Yo main get right up in the green
Lemme switch teams
Preacher, I was lookin' fo' the esteem
Dirty from the head to the spline
Blessin' errbody like he really got the means
But he don't have a clue what the future really brings
I was just a teen selling fake dope to a fiend
Tryna get cream, life was a bitch, I was cool with a fling
Fish scared of dope, you can put me on the beam
Lyin' niggas funny, you should put it on the screen
Schooly loud rappers, she called me a dean
I was so high, I couldn't see you ?
Whip it, whip it, whip whip till my arms finna sting
Y'all on lean, fuck codeine
Y'all niggas fire when a brother gets spline
Ten dolla shirt, hundred dolla jeans
Outside Irene, what the fuck do ya mean?
(Hook)
My nigga stick to the back
Barely got clothes on yo back
Tryna make a livin' out rap
Ye ain't got stacks, ye ain't throwin' money like that
My nigga, stick to the facts
Ye ain't gettin' saved, ye ain't go to heaven cuz you pray
Ye ain't really brave, ye ain't really ready for the grave
My nigga, stick to the facts
Stick to the facts
My nigga, stick to the facts
