Lyrics It's a fact Lil' Flip

It's a fact

Take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see A nigga who was young grew up to
Be a g
I started off playing basketball for my coach He started hatin so I took a
Different approach
I'm a rap, fuck sweatin, And I'ma do something (like what?) that a nigga won't
Be regretin
Could I rob, no. Could I steal, no. Could I jack, no. Should I kill, no.
Nah, I gotta get my shit together, Cause a nigga need a house and big furniture
With the leather
I pick up the pen, I pick up the pace, And I used to be broke I couldn't even
Pick up my face
But now, listen to the shit a nigga be going, while you niggas think of the
Nigga could for real be ruined
From smokin and drinkin, drinkin and smokin, and I'm a try to go platinum while
You thinkin and hopin
Wishin and lookin tryna do what I do, and if you fuck with me I'll shoot or
I'll sue
And how you wanna handle busines I can get it like that, And sellin work on the
Block I used to get it like that
But I had to back back and open up my eyes, When you runnin in these streets
You might get a surprise
Your friend could be a foe, your girl could be a hoe
And everybody you think got your back your don't know
Duke been here before a nigga got rick, So Duke right here when I'm ridin in my
6
My niggas siz make beats for me everyday, and guess what? He don't ever ask to
Get paid
My nigga red keep it real, hump got my back, When I didn't have a car, hump
Bought a lac,
Now Hump bought a jag and I'm in it, runnin through these ho's but my name
Ain't Emmit

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And it's a fact
Everybody similin ain't your friend Everybody with a grin contemplatin on your
Man
And it's a fact
Your reap what you sow, better watch what you doing cause if your do it to
Somebody they gonna do it to you
And it's a fact
Your best friend will turn his back on ya, pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya
And it's a fact
That most niggas act like hoes
It's a fact
That most niggas act like hoes

Now who can you trust who can you depend on., when you all broke need money to
Lend on
When you try to ball and your money been gone, when you try to put a down
Payment on ten homes
Will your nigga ride for you, or will your ngga bust, will your nigga come and
Get your ass out them cuffs
Will your nigga take you to the mall to buy some clothes, will your nigga ever
Put you first before them hoes
Will your nigga buy your drink and smoke up the weed, Ride for your ass when
They go shootin down the street
Come to your funeral and tell a fuckin story, Think about the nuts that we took
With no glory
The catagory, the list, the rappin, the hoes
The hoes and the shows, it comes and it goes
De-Ant De-Ant De-Ant

If you ain't suckafree don't fuck with me
Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxery
If you ain't suckafree don't fuck with me
Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxery

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