Facts Machine Lyrics

Loving my style

The flow

Telling my life

The highs, the lows

We're not the same

You way below

Switch it up

Let's change the flow

Welcome to Southside

Like Six flags they gon slide

I was raised here, no fear here

If you with the shits we don't care

Nah

Gotta man up

Gotta stand up

Put my hands up

Get my bands up

Wanna ball hard, like and one

Need hundred mil, and one

And a couple coupes, no roof

Wanna slide through, in an old school

Hating niggas

That's old news

They all stink

Like old shoes

Fuck is you talking bout

Take a loss, gotta walk it out

In the hood, better make it out

Close ya mouth, I'm talking now

What

Fuck is you talking bout

Take a loss, gotta walk it out

In the hood, better make it out

Close ya mouth, I'm talking now

Putting in pain

Know where I came from

And I ain't done

And I ain't dumb

Don't play me

I'm the wrong one

Test me

And it's all gone

Put dirt on my name

Throwing the shade

Move like a barber

Give em' a fade

Running ya mouth

I'm knocking it out

Plenty of bands

Needing it now

Straight out the South

Checking the route

You watching my moves

Look like a fool

How could I lose

Come from the bottom

Nothing to prove

Nothing to lose

Rari's and planes

Get it one day

Hundred's and fame

Get it one day

Running my lane

Nothing to say

Remember the name

Spincity

Fuck is you talking bout

Take a loss, gotta walk it out

In the hood, better make it out

Close ya mouth, I'm talking now

What

Fuck is you talking bout

Take a loss, gotta walk it out

In the hood, better make it out

Close ya mouth, I'm talking now