Rapsody - Facts Only lyrics
[Rapsody - Facts Only lyrics]
As I lay here today I
I find it hard and I find some inspiration
Why you hatin’? Fuck it
Go in one these ones that hatin’
It’s nada, but shots and that real
Cheaper than Izod
My iPod, I'm rollin’ and bumpin’
Pullin’ in Popeye’s
That’s only chicken in me I’m
Fearin’ none of these robots
I’m in the class with these
Big Willie niggas and
The only difference between me and them
Is what’s in their wallet
And I ain’t Wallace but damn
I got some paragraphs
A few stories could tell you
Could make you cry or laugh
You know the pitiful come-up days
When we had no cash
Got me thinking back earlier
Damn we came through swag
And we all feel like winners when we see
Go Kendrick
Done told these niggas that this ain’t tennis
Ain't no love for you zero-ass players
Lose or win it that’s the bottom line rules
It’s on the news
And we should line up more than
On Saturday for some shoes
As I wait impatiently on the
Daily for the new ruse
It’s only new to you but
My independence been cool
Write it when they ain’t give us riders
The right to choose
Ain’t that Wright brothers, I’m
Right brother, Carolina, the blues shit
Humid today, still human today, you crazy B
Heated ‘cause they all got
Defeated with their inaccuracy
They was taking shots
Just plotted inside the
Good or better, I bet you your cheddar
I’ll be a rap elite
Still writing, sharp as a blade
Sorry parlor, you can holler
Whatever to the new slaves
We throw shade and we feel accomplished
Purchase ice just to stunt on each other
Buy our honor
Take a second my nigga, breathe out
Throw in a comma know it’s much to take when
You wake from sleeping, deep in a coma
Yeah, but I ain’t with that drama
I’m only with this Drama
Only rap from Jamla
Coolie go fill up the comments
That’s how you feel?
Women can’t rap, you bumpin’ my shit
I guess it’s all just
A symbol like hieroglyphics
That things change, I still love you the same
And I’mma rep forever, that factor remains
I find it hard and I find some inspiration
Why you hatin’? Fuck it
Go in one these ones that hatin’
It’s nada, but shots and that real
Cheaper than Izod
My iPod, I'm rollin’ and bumpin’
Pullin’ in Popeye’s
That’s only chicken in me I’m
Fearin’ none of these robots
I’m in the class with these
Big Willie niggas and
The only difference between me and them
Is what’s in their wallet
And I ain’t Wallace but damn
I got some paragraphs
A few stories could tell you
Could make you cry or laugh
You know the pitiful come-up days
When we had no cash
Got me thinking back earlier
Damn we came through swag
And we all feel like winners when we see
Go Kendrick
Done told these niggas that this ain’t tennis
Ain't no love for you zero-ass players
Lose or win it that’s the bottom line rules
It’s on the news
And we should line up more than
On Saturday for some shoes
As I wait impatiently on the
Daily for the new ruse
It’s only new to you but
My independence been cool
Write it when they ain’t give us riders
The right to choose
Ain’t that Wright brothers, I’m
Right brother, Carolina, the blues shit
Humid today, still human today, you crazy B
Heated ‘cause they all got
Defeated with their inaccuracy
They was taking shots
Just plotted inside the
Good or better, I bet you your cheddar
I’ll be a rap elite
Still writing, sharp as a blade
Sorry parlor, you can holler
Whatever to the new slaves
We throw shade and we feel accomplished
Purchase ice just to stunt on each other
Buy our honor
Take a second my nigga, breathe out
Throw in a comma know it’s much to take when
You wake from sleeping, deep in a coma
Yeah, but I ain’t with that drama
I’m only with this Drama
Only rap from Jamla
Coolie go fill up the comments
That’s how you feel?
Women can’t rap, you bumpin’ my shit
I guess it’s all just
A symbol like hieroglyphics
That things change, I still love you the same
And I’mma rep forever, that factor remains