FACTS. - Intellectual

[Intro]

[?]

Ah-ha (Dun-dun-doo-ooo-ooh)

You better recognize the facts (Dun-dun-doo-ooo-ooh)

[Verse 1]

I made a hunnid off of clothin'

Spent it on the music just to stay independent

Me and my co-defendant (Co-defendant)

We come from where they leave lead in your appendix

Man, we spit a lot of blood reppin' for the section

I'm old school mackin', lack a contraceptive

Poet the capo spit the facto, no deceptive

I guarantee you gon' respect my line

Know we bury motherfuckers up in L.A. side (For real)

Poetik Suspekt, bitch, I am the truth

When I spit, it's vodka, nigga, straight absolute (Absolute)

I tell her "run these facts", don't just assume

Every neighbourhood I slide through, O.G. salute (O.G. salute)

I'm like cancer to the block, I pollute

Black Panther fist, Tamasese Mau a Pule, uce

Enemies hit my spot but get snoozed

Body marked and battle scars, flea bites and tattoos

Fake friends, had to drop them, fools

Middle finger to the industry, fuck your rules

Face Killa as I slide with a tools

Hardcore criminals that are chasing the jewels

Straight facts

[Chorus]

I put my city on the map

Got my city on my back

Relax, you better recognize the facts, bitch

My fingers hurt countin' stacks (Ah-ha)

Bank account sittin' way fat, you better recognize the facts, bitch

I'm the Six-Eighty-Five landlord, you better pay your time

Oh god, that's a fact, bitch

You got a problem but you quiet

Talk behind my back like you scared, that's a motherfuckin' fact, bitch

[Verse 2]

Pardon my curse words but I curse words

Send a text funga in Morse code swallowed by death (Uh-huh)

Learned how to shoot guns 'fore I learned how to rap (Block-uh)

I can hit you with these hollow tips right where you at

They wanna be like me, tryna green like me

But you know you can't fuck with Samoan O.G.'s ([?])

And we active, my uso's semi in the trunk

Got the [?] by the mattress, method to my madness (To my madness)

Got the paper stackin', always in the streets like traffic

Haters always try to get a reaction, look

This fool ran his mouth up on the 'gram

I caught him at the KFC and made him swallow his teeth

Gave my number to his bitch so she could swallow my seeds

A-P-I-A every day I slide through the streets, ayy

I put a lot of you on and kept you safe

Better mention these facts when you speak on my name, Poetik