Facts FG Famous

[Intro]
Yeah
This some real shit I'm 'bout to run, from me to you
Believe that
MikeMadeThe808s
Like no pump fakin'
I really came up grindin' nigga, gettin' to it
All facts, no lie
2 Times, FG shit
Like this

[Chorus]
Bitch I was raised on the block, yeah
All I know is how to handle that rock, yeah
My people strugglin' and I'm all that they got, yeah
So I'm out here hustlin', tryna get me a knot, my only hope was the pot
Now I got this rap shit, and I'm best to be hot
So when I'm on this trap shit, just tell me why I ain't stop
'Cause I ain't really there yet, I'm tryna get to the top
And plus I fell in love with money, can't get enough of the gwap

[Verse]
Now listen to me, I gotta tell you 'bout some real shit
Just know it's all facts so it's only right you feel this
I had to sell crack, to keep it real, I ain't never had shit
My auntie raised four of us, in school I had two pair of kicks
That ain't gon' last long, I'm young and reckless, I demolish it
I started on my own, seventh grade, was servin' broccolli
My people said I was grown but when you broke, shit you know how it be
I just want to be on and have racks with an apostrophe
I sit and pray, one day I'll make my family proud of me
And shit on all the ones that held they nuts too soft and doubted me
I knew this shit'd come, my brother Nip told me grindin' B
And get us out the slums, or forever we stuck in the streets
I told him bro, you know what up, just hold your head high
Lil bro gon' run it up and make sure we all fed now
But what they hatin' for? I guess they mad we got ahead now
Just know you can run up and watch you take one to the head now, rrah