[Lyric] Lets Talk Facts (Godfather of Harlem)

[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Tahj Money)
Ha

[Chorus]
Ayy, let's talk facts, dawg, first off it ain't no competition
I grew up different, blue flag Cripping with no pot to piss in
I got that shmoney by my lonely, just a couple homies
Don't try to bro me run up on me acting like you know me
I'm too elite, I'm too in tune, bitch, I'm from these streets
I sold your nigga some [?] and had your nigga tweaked
Bitch all in her feelings but when she see me she don't ever speak
I got out of prison, made some millions in a couple weeks

[Verse]
That's why all them honey buns, they stuck on me, but nothing sweet
That's them honey buns [?] think 'bout touching mе
I heard they got shmoney on my hеad, but who don't fuck with me?
Man, go and get your shmoney back, them niggas know what's up with me
Same niggas think 'bout touching me, I get 'em touched for free
[?] do it quicker for a buck a piece
Off the drugs, I got in my feelings then I upped the piece
Sucker free, I don't fuck with niggas that don't fuck with me
Hood nigga, I don't the fuck the bitch if she don't fuck the team
I'm good, nigga, we don't want your kind, don't want your company
You gotta go through my lil' niggas just to talk to me
And tell all the promoters just to book me it's a couple ki's
[Chorus]
Ayy, let's talk facts, dawg, first off it ain't no competition
I grew up different, blue flag Cripping with no pot to piss in
I got that shmoney by my lonely, just a couple homies
Don't try to bro me run up on me acting like you know me
I'm too elite, I'm too in tune, bitch, I'm from these streets
I sold your nigga some [?] and had your nigga tweaked
Bitch all in her feelings but when she see me she don't ever speak
I got out of prison, made some millions in a couple weeks