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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 don't' 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

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