Facts 3 lyrics

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[Verse 1: Wiki]
Facts, react
To him, better act like-like-like a motherf*cker know
Hold back [?] I'm grown
Flown different continents
Boned different kinds of chicks
Grown to this kind of sh*t
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*cker 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*ck 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*t 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 di*k sucked
Now we back before the bridge when I live up
We did the same sh*t: 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 di*k up
Just [?]
[?]
With a quick touch
You off, you a moth
I'm a butterfly, all them other guys [?]
Yep, did I stutter?
Nah, nah, nah motherf*cker if you wonder why I [?]
Motherf*cker give up
[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]