Facts B
By Victor Lyra (2020)
On album IF MY SINS COULD TALK (2020)
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[Intro]
New York, stand up
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
TC-TCR Homie
[Pre-hook]
You better be aware
Keep ya feet near
Homie we run those
You call it street-wear
We make the streets tear
You see the wet road?
We want the finer things
This the life we chose
[Hook]
I'm talkin' 'bout the N-Y-C
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we
I'm talkin' bout the N-Y-C
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we
[Verse]
Okay, okay, okay everybody
Please calm down 'cause I'm pound for pound
The greatest thing to step inside this town
Man I walk inside a room
The women smile them n*ggas frown
Plus each and every time I come around
I hear no sound so shh!
Please stay quiet, man you soft as sh*t you wack as f*ck
You could die come back and still can't make this sh*t
You of luck, yeah
Master Vic is in the building
f*ck your feelings
I'm busting through your mental ceilings
My style appealing
This either for my n*ggas doing drugs
Or drug dealing, no concealing, let's making a killing
These n*ggas steak and fries lets get to the grilling
I'm busy bouncing track they stuck in their feelings
I met a wavy jawn she said she Sicilian
I ain't f*ck yet, but prolly' when I touch a million
You see my n*gga you ain't catch that
They listen on the low, hear the flow, then they snatch that
[Pre-hook]
You better be aware
Keep ya feet near
Homie we run those
You call it street-wear
We make the streets tear
You see the wet road?
We want the finer things
This the life we chose
[Hook]
I'm talkin' 'bout the N-Y-C
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we
I'm talkin' bout the N-Y-C (you better be aware)
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we (you better be aware)
[Verse 2]
Okay, okay, okay, okay Master Vic has spoken
I apologize if I'm a bit provoking (psych)
Now it's back bars that are like the a-b-c's
And you know I got that flow
Tougher than the PSAT'S
Headphones, door locked, I'm chiefing all my weed
Headphones, door locked, don't you bother me
Headphones, door locked, I'm writing all these raps
Headphones, door locked, now pop ya' Snapple cap
'Cause it's time for facts and the basics
I'm the fat cat of this rap, n*gga face it
Hennessy in my cup, plus I never chase it
I'm always high as f*ck, I always my plug laced it
Gave her di*k raw, plus you know I made her taste it
Swallow it all, baby don't you f*cking waste it
They love my f*cking style, always copying and pasting
My sh*t is one of one, so there's no replicating
[Pre-hook]
You better be aware
Keep ya feet near
Homie we run those
You call it street-wear
We make the streets tear
You see the wet road?
We want the finer things
This the life we chose
[Hook]
I'm talkin' 'bout the N-Y-C
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we
I'm talkin' bout the N-Y-C (you better be aware)
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we (you better be aware)
New York, stand up
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
TC-TCR Homie
[Pre-hook]
You better be aware
Keep ya feet near
Homie we run those
You call it street-wear
We make the streets tear
You see the wet road?
We want the finer things
This the life we chose
[Hook]
I'm talkin' 'bout the N-Y-C
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we
I'm talkin' bout the N-Y-C
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we
[Verse]
Okay, okay, okay everybody
Please calm down 'cause I'm pound for pound
The greatest thing to step inside this town
Man I walk inside a room
The women smile them n*ggas frown
Plus each and every time I come around
I hear no sound so shh!
Please stay quiet, man you soft as sh*t you wack as f*ck
You could die come back and still can't make this sh*t
You of luck, yeah
Master Vic is in the building
f*ck your feelings
I'm busting through your mental ceilings
My style appealing
This either for my n*ggas doing drugs
Or drug dealing, no concealing, let's making a killing
These n*ggas steak and fries lets get to the grilling
I'm busy bouncing track they stuck in their feelings
I met a wavy jawn she said she Sicilian
I ain't f*ck yet, but prolly' when I touch a million
You see my n*gga you ain't catch that
They listen on the low, hear the flow, then they snatch that
[Pre-hook]
You better be aware
Keep ya feet near
Homie we run those
You call it street-wear
We make the streets tear
You see the wet road?
We want the finer things
This the life we chose
[Hook]
I'm talkin' 'bout the N-Y-C
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we
I'm talkin' bout the N-Y-C (you better be aware)
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we (you better be aware)
[Verse 2]
Okay, okay, okay, okay Master Vic has spoken
I apologize if I'm a bit provoking (psych)
Now it's back bars that are like the a-b-c's
And you know I got that flow
Tougher than the PSAT'S
Headphones, door locked, I'm chiefing all my weed
Headphones, door locked, don't you bother me
Headphones, door locked, I'm writing all these raps
Headphones, door locked, now pop ya' Snapple cap
'Cause it's time for facts and the basics
I'm the fat cat of this rap, n*gga face it
Hennessy in my cup, plus I never chase it
I'm always high as f*ck, I always my plug laced it
Gave her di*k raw, plus you know I made her taste it
Swallow it all, baby don't you f*cking waste it
They love my f*cking style, always copying and pasting
My sh*t is one of one, so there's no replicating
[Pre-hook]
You better be aware
Keep ya feet near
Homie we run those
You call it street-wear
We make the streets tear
You see the wet road?
We want the finer things
This the life we chose
[Hook]
I'm talkin' 'bout the N-Y-C
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we
I'm talkin' bout the N-Y-C (you better be aware)
There's n*ggas tryna' get like we (you better be aware)
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