Facts/

Big bang on false idols/

When the gold chain meet the assault rifles/

All the hype go out the window with the rivals/

Facts/

Got the blind lead the blind I can see it/

Heard you lyin' all the time I believe it/

Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they can keep it/

Talkin' shit you going to have to learn the hard way/

I'm the type to turn your lights out in the broad day/

Talkin' trash like you gassed off the octane/

When you know you 'bout as square as a box spring/

Your favorite rapper's pointing fingers when the cops came/

Frontin' like he pitchin' white...Sox game/

From the ground yeah I got it bitch I'm ten toes, fuck a co-sign I'd rather creep through the window/

I comend those who ain't worried bout a bimbo/

Writin' rap articles but never been to naan show/

Please don't get me started with this art shit I am Van Gogh, to the party with the shotty let the bodies hit the dance floor/

Don't know why you put these pussies on a pedestal/

Gatekeepers you gon’ do what they tell you to/

You don't do it for the culture you a vulture and I'm coming through/

One false move I'll send the crew to your conference room, bitch/

Facts/

Big bang on false idols/

When the gold chain meet the assault rifles/

All the hype go out the window with the rivals/

Facts/

Got the blind lead the blind I can see it/

Heard you lyin' all the time I believe it/

Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they can keep it/