Facts Machine

Loving my style The flow Telling my life The highs, the lows We're not the same You way below Switch it up Let's change the flow Welcome to Southside Like Six flags they gon slide I was raised here, no fear here If you with the shits we don't care Nah Gotta man up Gotta stand up Put my hands up Get my bands up Wanna ball hard, like and one Need hundred mil, and one And a couple coupes, no roof Wanna slide through, in an old school Hating niggas That's old news They all stink Like old shoes Fuck is you talking bout Take a loss, gotta walk it out In the hood, better make it out Close ya mouth, I'm talking now What Fuck is you talking bout Take a loss, gotta walk it out In the hood, better make it out Close ya mouth, I'm talking now Putting in pain Know where I came from And I ain't done And I ain't dumb Don't play me I'm the wrong one Test me And it's all gone Put dirt on my name Throwing the shade Move like a barber Give em' a fade Running ya mouth I'm knocking it out Plenty of bands Needing it now Straight out the South Checking the route You watching my moves Look like a fool How could I lose Come from the bottom Nothing to prove Nothing to lose Rari's and planes Get it one day Hundred's and fame Get it one day Running my lane Nothing to say Remember the name Spincity Fuck is you talking bout Take a loss, gotta walk it out In the hood, better make it out Close ya mouth, I'm talking now What Fuck is you talking bout Take a loss, gotta walk it out In the hood, better make it out Close ya mouth, I'm talking now