Thought Was Fact (feat. B.Goode & Ayce)

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T.Y the Truth

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Who rocks mics?
Thought was fact
Thought was fact
I got 20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
F*ck that shit up
I'm coming to your house
I want to f*ck your day and life up
F*ck your day and life
Fucking
F*ck your day and life up
Cause thought was fact
I thought you at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
Thought was fact
I thought your at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
F*ck that shit up
K
I've been chillin on my dolie
I've been solie on my Cudi shit
These villains think they know me
They don't know he on some other shit
Peace Sign up 2 my brothas n fingers up to the government
we flying while we writing n rhyming up in the Mothership
Drop Down and then we blow trees
Wit the homies
Rolling taking trips
They trolling on the low we know it's water gon' below the bridge
Wait
I'm bout to face 2 clips
And take 2 clips paste on twitter
I know these verbs will deter you
You heard the word
I got 20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
F*ck that shit up
I'm coming to your house
I want to f*ck your day and life up
F*ck your day and life
Fucking
F*ck your day and life up
Cause thought was fact
I thought you at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
Thought was fact
I thought your at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
F*ck that shit upI'm coming to your house
I want to f*ck your day and life up
F*ck your day and life
Fucking
F*ck your day and life up
Cause thought was fact
I thought you at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
Thought was fact
I thought your at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
Play it loud don’t play it low
I heard it all the story goes
Where you can make a vision
And hit em
Where it hurts the most
But ain’t nobody know
So we stealing on the low
Make amends and let it go
Ghosts on Broadway been my tone
And I don’t care about your album
I don’t care about your tape
I’ll make what I make
And I let it resonate
In time with all my efforts
To me you just been jealous
Hide in plain sight
Go ghost mode on snap
This ain’t for the weak at heart
This is not a hipster act
This for my ragers
For my low life’s
For those chillen in the back
We making what we wanna make
That’s a fact
Cause thought is that
So take it off exposed your ass
Seen you in the limelight
Could of been a vixen
Might of paid a hundred bucks
To get a deeper meaning
Cause thought is fact
For those who ask
And you know that he’s back
So let it go one time
Let t.y speak his facts
I got 20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
F*ck that shit up
I'm coming to your house
I want to f*ck your day and life up
F*ck your day and life
Fucking
F*ck your day and life up
Cause thought was fact
I thought you at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
Thought was fact
I thought your at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
F*ck that shit upI'm coming to your house
I want to f*ck your day and life up
F*ck your day and life
Fucking
F*ck your day and life up
Cause thought was fact
I thought you at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
Thought was fact
I thought your at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
I'll f*ck on your wife bruh
That bitch could take pipe huh?
Pull an all nighter
Inside a vagina
Leave proof all behind her
And f*ck your whole life up
Kid's asking daddy
Wheres mommy?
Can't find her
She hasn't picked me up from school
Or been home this entire month
Because she be somewhere in the
Brooklyn basement all tied up
Why you standing confused?
Probably wishing it's true
You know she ain't answering you
Cause she's all tied up
If fucking your wife
Doesn't f*ck up your day
I'll f*ck up your night
By popping up to smoke where you stay
Welcome to the party
Hello to my friend you should say
Gotta switch like a blade
With rage
Ain't nothing to play
He go all in your face
And rearrange like paper mache
This is art i'm expressing myself
Interpret what you want
Leave you in the pool of blood
While I dip and stroke my brush
For no rhyme or reason not even one
Thought was fact

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