[Verse 1: Wiki]
Facts, react
To him, better act like-like-like a motherf**er know
Hold back [?] I'm grown
Flown different continents
Boned different kinds of chicks
Grown to this kind of sh**
Don't need no acknowledgements, no
That's facts I'm back in the city and I just got into the zone
So, what you want from me?
Wanna come for me?
Come for me - motherf**er let's go
Even if I'm left on the floor you'll still be broke
And I'll still be getting me dough
[?]
And I'm saying "f** you" to get to your dome
Facts, man, facts, man
Y'all a bunch of little petty rap fans
It's the New York pack man
It's like facts, man, facts, fans
Y'all a bunch of little shi tty rap fans
It's the New York pack man, look
Truth
The only thing I wanna hear ringing through the streets man
Ringing through the booth
Youth
They don't wanna hear all the sh** they say up on the news
Man, what you gonna do?
Forgetting everything you sick of
Got me looking like a sick duck - really how I look
Not for real but I'm still at it and getting my dick s**ed
Now we back before the bridge when I live up
We did the same sh**: get lit
Till we found a chick-let that was with it and we give up
Hah, never that - I forever rap
But I hardly ever wrap my dick up
Just [?]
[?]
With a quick touch
You off, you a moth
I'm a bu*terfly, all them other guys [?]
Yep, did I stutter?
Nah, nah, nah motherf**er if you wonder why I [?]
Motherf**er give up
[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]
Give it up like my song said
Draped in ice, gold medallions, not Italian, getting long bread
Forget the wrong side, I woke up in the wrong bed
A lot of cats weak when they alive but they strong dead
Make 'em put the microphone down
Literary genius, couldn't even tell you what's a pronoun
These known clones need to come with their own sound
'Bout to start a whack rapper Jonestown, facts
All I hear is facsimilers
Spitting mediocre-a** metaphors and whack similes
Getting sick of these copycats
Heard me say "copy" and they copy that (what the f**?)
Bunch of fraudulent scholars in the game 'cause they got overstudied in the past
Talking "real rap" but they wouldn't know hip-hop if it came up and bit 'em on the a**
Garbage getting heavy play, trouble coming everyday
Dude, sh** is looking real sad
Mad 'cause they idolize the rap star and that makes it real clear that you didn't have a dad
That's what they had
It's [?] for these seeds getting raised by Worldstar and Vlad
How is Old Droog, the drop-out of junior college
Dropping more knowledge than a so-called graduate
Had you at bar one, bar none
In the booth, this is arson
And we don't know who you are, son
Just a lame, what's your name? I don't care
People only hear you 'cause it's there
Shoved down throats while they come to me
You were sonning me - now you know who your pops is
A little synopsis, a summary
From a G like Wes Montgomery
Had to flex versatility
I'm unique, mostly technique, no agility
Question my ability
I'll be the personal trainer for your exercise in futility
b**h