That’s Facts, Man! Jace! (​​​​iayze)

[Intro]
Go, ayy, uh
Real Murda Worth shit I'm talkin' 'bout (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
(Gateway)
And that's facts, man
You know that's facts, man
Go

[Chorus]
My niggas gon' walk down in any weather
Cujo say when that boy catch 'em, he stretch 'em
We just slid out with a new Beretta
He a lil' ass boy but those hollows fed him
Shootin' 30s from the three like I'm Stephen
He talk all that talk but he wack, man
Top Kid all black like I'm Batman
I'm on that dope but I'm slow like a fat man, go get some get back, man
You might see me out in public, watch how you approach 'cause I got my strap, man
In the club got my strap in, new two-seater I'm strapped in
I'm in the studio, locked in
That lil' nigga dead and that's facts, man

[Verse]
I'm in the studio locked in, nigga
No, you gotta get some get back man
Top Kid never lacking
He might snake me but you may never know
Keep my friends close, keep that nigga closer
Hop in an i8 Roadster, dead ah nigga can't show up, uh
On top where I put yo' chain on
Big ass gun it's a chain gun
He said he on but he ain't on
Top Kid hatin', they hate us
Say you got a gun? Put yo' flame up
New opp pack, let's flame up
Catch you a body, get ya name up
Sky too grey and it's raining