Stickin To The Facts Songtext
Stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
Stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
Three-fiddy with three fiddies
I'm a bad boy, y'all on this record, it's P Diddy
P with me, 'cause you see that we keepin' this weed with me
Freaks wanna freak, they see that we speak witty
So they (Uhh), we don't give a (Uhh)
If you need a bag, make your biddy pick it up
How you gon' get a bag when you gotta tick it up?
Then you rap about your cash and your money and your fines
Brah, I see you gettin' none (Haha)
Claimin' that you got white
Like you rappin' on a record and you rock mic
That's not right, you ain't even on mic
Only pay cheque you ever get is from your job site, argh
What the fuck I'm on? I sold a couple albums
Y'all ain't sold a couple songs, that's real talk
Put the business and pleasure inside a pot and let it drop
Then my brothers sing along when I hit 'em with the woo
I'm stickin' to the facts Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been livin' like that? Who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
I'm stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been livin' like that? Who, brah?
Fuckin' tell me, I'm stickin' to the facts
Now you wanna judge me
'Cause I do a bag in a swisher when she fuck me
And now you never love me? And now you wanna cuss me?
And now you wanna send a few pictures of your puppy?
Now you wanna hunt me, what the fuck I done, G?
I'm feelin' like you love me, I think you wanna suck me
Admit like a man, admit it, yeah, I'm the man
Admit that you're just lit for my lyrics, like you're a stan
God damn, scales on the Bitcoin
Couple M's, five-nine, that's a big Royce
Rollie up a tec, that's a big choice
Might just get 'em both and charge the family an invoice
Still rememberin' my house with the swishes
No dollars to my name, used to bounce just to get it
Same bruddas gettin' paid, blew me out like a gimmick
And now they want some discounts on my tickets like woo
I'm stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been livin' like that? Who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
I'm stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been livin' like that? Who, brah?
Fuckin' tell me, I'm stickin' to the facts
Man, two golden records, I been
I was doin' this like ten years ago, people think it was overnight
You gotta know how long this work shit take
We gettin' money for the fam
Real fuckin' talk
Man, I love this music shit, y'all got no idea
I'm stickin' to the facts
We really doin' this shit
We really doin' six-figure salaries, fuckin' oath
Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts
Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts, yeah
Stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
Stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
Three-fiddy with three fiddies
I'm a bad boy, y'all on this record, it's P Diddy
P with me, 'cause you see that we keepin' this weed with me
Freaks wanna freak, they see that we speak witty
So they (Uhh), we don't give a (Uhh)
If you need a bag, make your biddy pick it up
How you gon' get a bag when you gotta tick it up?
Then you rap about your cash and your money and your fines
Brah, I see you gettin' none (Haha)
Claimin' that you got white
Like you rappin' on a record and you rock mic
That's not right, you ain't even on mic
Only pay cheque you ever get is from your job site, argh
What the fuck I'm on? I sold a couple albums
Y'all ain't sold a couple songs, that's real talk
Put the business and pleasure inside a pot and let it drop
Then my brothers sing along when I hit 'em with the woo
I'm stickin' to the facts Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been livin' like that? Who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
I'm stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been livin' like that? Who, brah?
Fuckin' tell me, I'm stickin' to the facts
Now you wanna judge me
'Cause I do a bag in a swisher when she fuck me
And now you never love me? And now you wanna cuss me?
And now you wanna send a few pictures of your puppy?
Now you wanna hunt me, what the fuck I done, G?
I'm feelin' like you love me, I think you wanna suck me
Admit like a man, admit it, yeah, I'm the man
Admit that you're just lit for my lyrics, like you're a stan
God damn, scales on the Bitcoin
Couple M's, five-nine, that's a big Royce
Rollie up a tec, that's a big choice
Might just get 'em both and charge the family an invoice
Still rememberin' my house with the swishes
No dollars to my name, used to bounce just to get it
Same bruddas gettin' paid, blew me out like a gimmick
And now they want some discounts on my tickets like woo
I'm stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been livin' like that? Who been gettin' my cash?
Who been gettin' my—
I'm stickin' to the facts
Who you think really put the city on the map?
Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back?
Who been livin' like that? Who, brah?
Fuckin' tell me, I'm stickin' to the facts
Man, two golden records, I been
I was doin' this like ten years ago, people think it was overnight
You gotta know how long this work shit take
We gettin' money for the fam
Real fuckin' talk
Man, I love this music shit, y'all got no idea
I'm stickin' to the facts
We really doin' this shit
We really doin' six-figure salaries, fuckin' oath
Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts
Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts, yeah
Stickin' to the facts
