Oun-P - F.A.C.T.S. lyrics

rate me

This one is about struggles, pain

F.A.C.T.S

we're feeding all consumers two situations this time around

for ain't real what ain't me, it's on B baby

Shit get real when you get older

streets get high hearts get colder

I can't get through shit sober

my girl acting up is making me wanna invite a bitch over

money over bitch is who needs a boots

teamwork make the dream work I do need my crew

but whom just I have..

we only need to do a Gucci gift for Christmas I'm too G for you

the feds got my niggas all and they prison

when they come home they'll look like Claude and Ray Gibson

life like Eddy and Martin, but they ain't no Eddy and Martin

my niggas daily departing I got dreams and one it dums to see threat at the garden

but in NBA team local threat in his gomet

the other one is to see my kids take a trip off the college

to wish in this pay form no if I need you with problems

but I gotta raise em in them projects

'cause shit real but I'm just doing what the father it does

feel like the hood hunted and it's probably 'cause

a grave I was a day before the projects was

I keep my rhymes memorize and my head to the teeth

just to try to be the man they said I never could be

I'm guessed in the B, but you know what keep messing with me

I sign autographs for niggas doing better than me

and that's FACTS

Nigga you spittin real balls from the soul

you can never compete that to a punch line

it's better when it's real, F.A.C.T.S

I state nothing but the facts not tryin to act important

my son Jordan is now old enough to ask for Jordan

we take vacays but that don't mean have a fortune

'cause once we leave the resort we're going back to courtment

fuck beef nigga I ain't with the back and ..

I ain't soft even you defy and the back up off

no whip is nothing fuck it is back to walking

and fuck a gun line punch line is back to talking

the stress thrown the..

cigarettes glockin up my arteries raising my kids to poverty

is hard for me

a four year got caught in the cross fire on the block that's not too far from me

why little Loyl had to get hit in the gun shine

when I heard about that kid it made me hug mines

my fam stuck in the ghetto but I dont' get out

grind out, if money didn't involve this all time out

the bull in my court no I'm not gonna fumble the block just getting crazy

they have it much more then rumbles

needed crib in the burb is where everybody is humble

'cause taking walks em I'm ..like taking walks to the jungle

that's FACTS