Facts Remix (feat. DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes & Fat Joe)

Hey, yo, Specialist, it's the seventy million dollar boy

On the way to be a billionaire

Life is good, God is great

On everything I love

Everything about me... facts

In the club my whole team on 'em

Outside I got the beam on 'em

Mask on, I'm goin' Scream on 'em

No Codeine but I'ma Lean on 'em

Take his jewels and all the green on 'em

Empty this whole magazine on 'em

Put holes in that Supreme on 'em

Body shots, ruptured the spleen on 'em

I ain't playin' so, nigga, stop grinnin'

Three-eighty tucked, it's well hidden

I swear I have that ass trendin'

Got violent cases that's still pendin'

And police beef that's never endin'

Been a shooter from the very beginnin'

Old drug money I'm still spendin'

Thirty years in and still winnin'

Mo' money, mo' solutions

Every year our year

I'm the best that ever did it

They hate when you winnin'

Real recognize real

More wins more blessings

Busta Rhyme new album is near

I make your shit stop workin' like I cut the fuckin' cable off

The whole artist roster on your label soft

And yes I'm in the shit, I'm askin' for it, bitch

Your bars are currently tomato sauce

Necessary in this motha fucka

Respect the most legendary motha fucka

Now let us get it straight, while my time is great

Let me remind you you's a temporary motha fucka

Bitch, I take it above and beyond

Fuck what they talkin', how they correspond

I dare a nigga talk shit,

even a little bit, I double dare a nigga tell me not respond

And if go beyond rap, nigga,

we switch to a whole 'nother code of ethics, nigga

From another whole prospective, nigga

Get it?

Get it?

Get it?

It's father of Asahd

Three estates in two states

Respected world-wide

Love overcomes hate

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Joe Crack got my back

Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

A nigga strapped everyday

He even get paid to catch a case

Fat titties, small waste, hahh

A nigga wanna ball, move that bass, bruhh

Went to the feds and became richer

It's twenty in the game, still the same nigga

G-S engraved in the Range, nigga

Don't do lames, don't entertain niggas

Twenty eighteen with the cullian

Sort them niggas that you be runnin' with

You callin' 'em Gods, cannot be son to 'em

Never summon them, always dubbin' them

Who'da thought the last of Rubie's

children send planes to Puerto Rico worth millions?

Got me shoulder shruggin' like M-J,

you need a real nigga? I'm a template

Specialist

Busta Rhymes

Joey Crack

D-J Khaled

Facts

Pardon ya head

Facts

Pardon ya bombaclad