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Stickin' to the facts Who you think really put the city on the map? Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back? Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash? Who been gettin' my— Stickin' to the facts Who you think really put the city on the map? Yeah, who you think really got these bitches in the back? Yeah, livin' like that, who been gettin' my cash? Who been gettin' my— Three-fiddy with three fiddies I'm a bad boy, y'all on this record, it's P Diddy P with me, 'cause you see that we keepin' this weed with me Freaks wanna freak, they see that we speak witty So they (Uhh), we don't give a (Uhh) If you need a bag, make your biddy pick it up How you gon' get a bag when you gotta tick it up? Then you rap about your cash and your money and your fines Brah, I see you gettin' none (Haha) Claimin' that you got white Like you rappin' on a record and you rock mic That's not right, you ain't even on mic Only pay cheque you ever get is from your job site, argh What the fuck I'm on? I sold a couple albums Y'all ain't sold a couple songs, that's real talk SongtextePut the business and pleasure inside a pot and let it drop Then my brothers sing along when I hit 'em with the woo I'm stickin' to the facts Who you think really put the city on the map? Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back? Who been livin' like that? Who been gettin' my cash? Who been gettin' my— I'm stickin' to the facts Who you think really put the city on the map? Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back? Who been livin' like that? Who, brah? Fuckin' tell me, I'm stickin' to the facts Now you wanna judge me 'Cause I do a bag in a swisher when she fuck me And now you never love me? And now you wanna cuss me? And now you wanna send a few pictures of your puppy? Now you wanna hunt me, what the fuck I done, G? I'm feelin' like you love me, I think you wanna suck me Admit like a man, admit it, yeah, I'm the man Admit that you're just lit for my lyrics, like you're a stan God damn, scales on the Bitcoin Couple M's, five-nine, that's a big Royce Rollie up a tec, that's a big choice Might just get 'em both and charge the family an invoice Still rememberin' my house with the swishes No dollars to my name, used to bounce just to get it Same bruddas gettin' paid, blew me out like a gimmick And now they want some discounts on my tickets like woo I'm stickin' to the facts Who you think really put the city on the map? Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back? Who been livin' like that? Who been gettin' my cash? Who been gettin' my— I'm stickin' to the facts Who you think really put the city on the map? Brah, who you think really got these bitches in the back? Who been livin' like that? Who, brah? Fuckin' tell me, I'm stickin' to the facts Man, two golden records, I been I was doin' this like ten years ago, people think it was overnight You gotta know how long this work shit take We gettin' money for the fam Real fuckin' talk Man, I love this music shit, y'all got no idea I'm stickin' to the facts We really doin' this shit We really doin' six-figure salaries, fuckin' oath Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts Stickin' to the facts, yeah, stickin' to the facts, yeah Stickin' to the facts Aus Songtexte Mania