fact check ft. 16raheem & Wodiene Lyrics

Uh I get paid for the real that's a fact check

I been putting in work for a fat check

They be saying they wanting the smoke

But it been a few months we ain't muhfucking match yet

I got lyrics from song back in 2018 that they still didn't muhfucking catch yet

They done broke in my car and then took out the money

So that's where I can't keep the cash at no

Ppen the pack they like pass that Bo jackson

Everything that's that strong gassy

You don't work hard you slow molasses

Gold my glasses throw my passes

I need the buffs like hold that ten pound

Sixteen verse shit hit like a ten round

I almost failed and didn't get the cap gown

All of my teachers knowing that eye rap now

In my old school smelling like reefer

Member ain't use to be cool with these teachers

Wodiene making classicals offa the reaper

She fuck wit the music I know she a keeper

I can spit my truth shit easy to me

Y'all cap don't know who you appeasing please

Flow on dis bitch like steez wit ease

Man I ain't even go too hard I'm chillin

Run up a track and I ain't neva tired

Rapper try diss me it's cute that tried

I'll cancel yo ass like you said sum foul

Cause technically words hurt more than they sound

Beat on her back and I'm loving that sound

I'm a fatal attraction I killing em now

I made it a habit of getting around

But I cannot help it she bad than I'm down

Smoking on antidote this shit the answer

Roll up a hemp I try to avoid cancer

Pounce onna the beat like a brother a panther

Always start first ya like boy a commander

Beat on the beat going hulk like I'm banner

Shoot at ya feet turning bitches to dancers

She told me im rude like I ain't got no manners

Smoking on green but I'll still hit the canna

I get paid for the real that's a fact check

I been putting in work for a fat check

They be saying they wanting the smoke

But it been a few months we ain't muhfucking match yet

I got lyrics from song back in 2018 that they still didn't muhfucking catch yet

They done broke in my car and then took out the money

So that's where I can't keep the cash at no

I rap it up no street vendor

No fruit seller

The beat tender

A beat bender is me, send her to me and she on my meat

Know real steppers that kill whether you talkin to the police

Know real steppers that step and they don't walk up on they feet

Im tryna make money that make me happy

Schoolin these niggas when I get rapping

Color then sickles when I'm on a trap beat

Ruler in this like im tryna get graphing

Im getting graphic

Put em plastic

I get a gun it go under the mattress

I get a gun I don't shoot for fun

And if you tryna run you get put where in the trash is

Passive with my back unless my back against the wall

I was clashing with myself like I was asking for a brawl

Chillin in the back of all the classes

When I saw I needed glasses just to see

I stuck a landing like malasias rapping

Put that shit up if you believe it

Kill a instrumental sequence

I don't need sense for your grievance

Beat the beat like I'm it's weakness

I never thought that I would rap in present day times

If we drop the song then we just tried to elevate the crime

I get paid for the real that's a fact check

I been putting in work for a fat check

They be saying they wanting the smoke

But it been a few months we ain't muhfucking match yet

I got lyrics from song back in 2018 that they still didn't muhfucking catch yet

They done broke in my car and then took out the money

So that's where I can't keep the cash at no