I could fall in from the sky,
Tryna make a little heat,
gotta got a little name high
Niggas wanna be the three
they treat me like a stranger
but it's probably days now
Truth pays when I jot it down
Groupies want me all between
Truthfully, it's kinda good
Too, only real ones on my team who
to make my dreams come true
Anywhere I'm foreign, flooring it
In a Porsche, orange girl's face,
Moving on up like Georges
Let's the ass make it look easy
for all my people who never made it
You gotta set it straight
before you twist the facts
You gotta set it straight
before you twist the facts
Ayo, say I ain't on a force,
LB bring it back that old spice
Look bitch, I ain't on a course
Words all in front of me like I
Turn up inside out like Diana Ross
They takin' pictures, tape,
spit the illest lines out for the mason dicks
and the judo on the cross
Yo, to the skies where I'm goin' dawg
A blood of clouds and that bullshit
Flash a grin, thank you haters,
Nah, ain't lovin' poo cause
We are by far greater than you ever was
ain't nobody comin' close to us
since we all go through it
Go hard like how we was raised to be
before you twist the facts
since we all go through it
I live to dream for all my people
I hard like how we was raised to be
You gotta set it straight
before you twist the facts