Slim Jesus - Facts lyrics

[Intro] They say they want that real sh**. We gon' take 'em there. Yuh [Verse] I done came a long way from that '94 Firebird My blunt's full of medical, started out it was dirt All my clothes designer and my foreign go skrrt But none of that means sh** if I don't know my own worth And I know I got potential I'm still hungry like my stomach hurt Now jackboys tryna stick me up, at least that's what the streets heard So if I gotta walk somewhere I keep a pole under my shirt So when my family watch the news, it ain't me going in the dirt Waste my opportunity when others die, that be so selfish So I take every diss and act like I ain't even felt it Keep my cool cause I'm tryna have my team ballin' out like the Celtics But if a b**h talk bout my family then f** it, I can't help it If he f**ing with my bros then best believe that I'ma dog him And if he make himself a problem, got a .40, we can solve it Do the hit by myself, don't tell my bros, don't involve 'em When I lay in bed at night I think of all these f**ing problems Who the f** is Lil Mouse? Man, I got bigger fish to fry I got homies in the kitchen, yeah my man still whippin' pies Yeah I got homies that's tryna see real money before they touch the sky And I'll be strapped every day before I let one of my homies die Not tryna lose nobody but if I gotta I'ma let them llamas fly Cause over my dead body I don't wanna hear my momma cry And that's real, last of a dying bread, I ain't like you other guys Claiming that's your brother but you was the first one to testify I know youngins growing up elementary they was water whipping They gon' be in the street long as there's licks for them be hittin' But I'm tryna get so rich I can show my people riches So I'm working everyday, I ain't got time for you b**hes When y'all asking if I'ma quit, who the f** are y'all kidding? I still got lil homies moving work who ain't got a pot to piss in So I'm still in the stu' tryna murder every beat with a written If you can't take the heat then get the f** up out the kitchen Started out with nothing, tryna make myself a heavy weight That's why I'm out here grinding for it, grinding each and every day Keep f**ing round in these streets I'ma end up where the devil stay Just give me a fat blunt, a bad b**h, before I make it to heaven's gates Started out with nothing, tryna make myself a heavy weight That's why I'm out here grinding for it, grinding each and every day Keep f**ing round in these streets I'ma end up where the devil stay Just give me a fat blunt, a bad b**h, before I make it to heaven's gates