I.F.

Verse 1

I told ya I’m getting too old for this shit

I just lost my mans

In fact he's still alive and well

**** in the way

They going out the way

Shawty on the side

Ain’t got shit to say

But life’s a fuckin mention

Shoulda never started

Deerly departed like Bambi momma

Young bucks wouldn’t play wit the old me

Ain’t the one jack

Tell Jill you know me

Im way too Bulleit for the bullshit

I got a bullet for ya bullshit

In fact just ask what’s his name

Man you know what’s his name

I think he thought I wanted feature

But tell him I just want the gun back

Run it up and watch the replay

Then run it back and tell his Dee Jay

He say she say

These days I say

Mo tricks less treats

Know some people stuck in the PJs

Appropriate cause they all sleep

Yes sir you better believe

Not a word you see

Not a word you read

Or a post you like

A like could cost ya life

Life so fucking cheap

Pleased then repeat:

Life so fuckin cheap

Life could cost ya life

Read the words you see

You prolly don’t believe

All this shit in the print

Just to pay ya rent

Guess we differ rent

Or we prayed differently

Cause they praying for you

Or they preying on you

Go in peace or wit a piece

Yeah **** please

On the water when that lil juice

Ain’t worth the squeeze

Hook

Please

Don’t fuck with me

Chips down my sleeves

Don’t fuck with me

I’m pretty cool wit the new shit

Ain’t got time for ya bullshit

A lot dudes won’t do shit

The rest of these **** tryna prove shit

No time for ya bullshit

I’m pretty cool wit the new shit

Alotta **** tryna prove shit

The rest of em won’t do shit

Facts facts facts facts

Yes sir yes sir thats all facts

Facts facts facts facts

Yes ma’am yes ma’am am that’s all facts

Back back back back

Yes sir yes ma’am get the fuck back

Fact fact facts facts

Damn right

All I do is spit big facts

Verse 2

You might see me in the cast

But I’m far from broke

And I ain’t come to play

Street clothes I’m out Heathrow

Red eye to the states

Stay strapped like a six pack

All I gotta to say

Glock 31

H&K

But that chopper bae

See me out in the court clothes

Plead the fifth till the court closed

Nuff said if you know how that goes

I took the truth to the head

Never scared

I never been

Gotta win more less got the feelin

Thanks to the cotton

We was downtrodden

Now I’m globetrotting

That’s on the real and

Now Pay attention Cause the janitor

Every now and then owns the building

Too clean in these Billy Jeans

Thisbanana kush

Got me moonwalkin on the ceilin

**** couldn’t beat it

Blame it on my cousins

Oops I mean the boogie

BronI’m undefeated

Like the internet

It’s pretty much a bet

If you didn’t get it yet

I’ll remind you that

If you say that it’s rippity rap

Then the truth is

By you sayin that you ain’t listen

Get the blackest pot that you got

Add the plot baking soda

Stir it till it thickens

Take ya sentiment

And your attention span

Fuck em both in the backseat

And call it christened

You pick the position

Just know I ain’t pulling out

I’m pullin up and thanks for the listen

Hook

Please

Don’t fuck with me

Chips down my sleeves

Don’t fuck with me

I’m pretty cool wit the new shit

Ain’t got time for ya bullshit

A lot dudes won’t do shit

The rest of these **** tryna prove shit

No time for ya bullshit

I’m pretty cool wit the new shit

Alotta **** tryna prove shit

The rest of em won’t do shit

Facts facts facts facts

Yes sir yes sir thats all facts

Facts facts facts facts

Yes ma’am yes ma’am am that’s all facts

Back back back back

Yes sir yes ma’am get the fuck back

Fact fact facts facts

Damn right

All I do is spit big facts