All Facts, Pt. 3 Lyrics

My momma call me marijuano like you jus can't seem to stop

What it take?

Another run in with the fuckin laws?

Ma I know y'all raised us all to be respectful working men & we are

The weed just help me with my train of thought

I know y'all hate i got caught up ina mix but that the shit that made me

Learn how to fight for myself, now nobody can play me

Remember when i was little they called me cry baby

Now i shit on all of these people ona fuckin daily

Fuck them other niggas they want built like me anyway

& I can show them they not... Anyday

Be careful where you roam cuz I can get up witchu any place

1,000 ways to die but my nigga you dying 1 way

Gun play but we don't play with guns we let the guns spray

& we don't conversate bout them drills we take em to the grave

Them ak's went so fast like black friday

& we still got some smoke for the hoe if she wanna play

Just got the drop, pull up and shoot, jus like i'm Quentin Grimes

Or really i'll pull up & shoot, just like my nigga Wyze

Had to realize, these people only here jus for the prize

I seen it with my own eyes ain't wanna let go but i had to try

Damn

Ain't wanna let go but i had to uh damn

Ain't wanna let go but it was for the best I had to try

Said i ain't nothing like them other guys, I gotta shine

Catch me riding through the city really cuttin shit up

Like na fr, i'm really out here cuttin shit up

No taper fade but i be ina city big body'd up

Ridin through your neighborhood just running money up

Ridin through your neighborhood smokin exotic cuts

Only doobies ina ashtray aint no cigarette butts

& only real ones be around me ion got time for no punks

You come around us with that goofy shit you gettin put up facts

Yea thats facts, had to get the bred 11's for my cousin Mac like why you think i got the fuckin tat