Facts (feat. Doya Da G) - Uptown GB

Bi' bakışın ortasında durdum, düşünüyorum Kalbimden korktuktan sonra ben niye yaşıyorum? Yalan, yalan, yalan, yalandan Öyle kolay, kolay, kolay bi' yandan Aynaları benden sakla, kendimden kaçıyorum Dünya dursa bundan sonra kendime yaşıyorum Yalan, yalan, yalan, yalandan Öyle kolay, kolay, kolay bi' yandan İçimde ne fırtınalar koptu benim Yine de hiç itirazım yoktu Öyle dura dura dört duvarla doldum Bu gece düşünmesem bana çok mu? Dedim, "Doya doya sarıl Buram buram tenim eriyo'" (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Bu kalp dura dura, seni sora sora Taşa dönüyo' (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Götür karakola, gözüm kara Bana mısın da demiyo' (oh-oh-oh-oh) Yarını kovalamam, zaman dola dola yolunu buluyo' Bu da benim hoşuma gidiyo' (Hoşuma gidiyo') Belki doğru, belki yanlış, gel, bi' şey deniyorum Dertlerim akşamdan kalmış, kendimden kaçıyorum Yalan, yalan, yalan, yalandan Öyle kolay, kolay, kolay bi' yandan İçimde ne fırtınalar koptu benim Yine de hiç itirazım yoktu Öyle dura dura dört duvarla doldum Bu gece düşünmesem bana çok mu? Dedim, "Doya doya sarıl Buram buram tenim eriyo'" Bu kalp dura dura, seni sora sora Taşa dönüyo' Götür karakola, gözüm kara Bana mısın da demiyo' Yarını kovalamam, zaman dola dola Dola dola, dola dola (yolunu buluyo') Dedim, "Doya doya sarıl Buram buram tenim eriyo'" (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Bu kalp dura dura, seni sora sora Taşa dönüyo' (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Götür karakola, gözüm kara Bana mısın da demiyo' (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Yarını kovalamam, zaman dola dola Dola dola, dola dola yolunu buluyo' (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Bu da benim hoşuma gidiyo' (oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Bu da benim hoşuma gidiyo' (oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Bu da benim hoşuma gidiyo' (oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

El rap guineano es una selva, yo soy un león tranquilo No me muevo mucho siempre hago las cosas con sigilo Muchos negros van de fuertes y son blandos como hilos Pero si buscan pelea, Uno a uno les ventilo Esto es como la politica, pues yo soy un tirano El mejor de la cuarta, si no lo crees sube la mano Si no haces nada grande, no veras a tus "hermanos" Pero me la suda, al fin y al cabo nadie me ha ayudado Si se escapa lo que quieres pues negro cógelo fuerte Somos el pasado, el futuro y el presente El rap no tiene edad asi que mejor ni lo intenten Lirica no apta para incompetentes (Fuck!) Me comparan con Feli P? Mejor que se callen No quiero que sus carreras acaben antes de empezar La verdad es que no puedo entrar en detalles Esos rivales que me dais no me pueden intimidar Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Y esos niggas no me van a intimidar Dicen que compiten, se limitan a mirar Escribo desde zonas donde no llega señal Otros señalan, saben que no van a llegar (Lo he dejado claro pero nunca se enteran) Lo han intentado pero nunca suenan igual (Lo he dejado claro pero nunca se enteran) Si hablan de mí, hablan de hits and that's facts Okey respeto a Dody G también respeto a los demás Con cristian hice buenas migas y ahora partimos el pan Y Junior dice que yo falto a los mayores pero man actuan como si cortaron mi cordón umbilical Es porque donde tu lo intentas llega bombo y lo consigue men Parecen mis hijos donde voy me siguen Te lo pido diles Que nunca cuento mis versos Que me salen extensos y profundos como el puto mar Soy puto mal, chuco man Esto es anormal, va a pasar Lo que va a pasar y te vas a cagar A cargar con la culpa de haber sacudido el obelisco Ves a Jhacris o me miras a mi? Pareces bizco Y las comparaciones son odiosas Y lo admito cuando estoy con Cristian me dicen que si soy su hermanito Y porque somos raritos Yo lo magnifico a un millar y pico Como Marcelino de ese tipo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Y esos niggas no me van a intimidar Dicen que compiten, se limitan a mirar Escribo desde zonas donde no llega señal Otros señalan, saben que no van a llegar (Lo he dejado claro pero nunca se enteran) Lo han intentado pero nunca suenan igual (Lo he dejado claro pero nunca se enteran) Si hablan de mí, hablan de hits and that's facts Yeah Clase y sigilo Nos movemos como si es ilegal Cerca a los míos No me fio de quien no pudo estar Cerca De Dios Pero me aleja mi falta de paz Siguen detrás, oyen adiós cuando piso el gas Acelerado, Formula 1, el 1, Hamilton A mi merced-des lo que des Y eso debe doler Veinte mil flows, una persona, eso debe imponer Quieren poder, pero para poder nigga hay ver Quien puede acercarse a lo que G Crea con un bic dentro del Mac, para esos que piden que Happy Meals Del trap aquí soy el papa, Deben mostrarme e el boletín Les queda más por demostrar Me queda más por exhibir Aquí arriba no llegáis Es por eso que hasta ahora bajo a recibir Ya parezco Messi con el 10, parezco Ozil Soy un arsenal confrontarme para morir No encontrarás resurgir si Young G te manda a dormir Monstrous en mano, mi boli es el nuevo Omnitrix No hagas que vaya y señale O Dody mandará tu carera entera a a dormir En B-O-M-B-O me veo Es un nigga que fluye a matar y yo rimo a morir, yeah No hagas que mande a mi asesino en serie Razón por la cual todo el mundo odia a Chris Jajaja Bitch ass niggas

Taj Money Yeah YSL See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I heard a couple niggas try to line me And you know the rest New baby Nina dripping on my body See you could get stretched You gettin' money, I couldn't care less Got some honey's turned into a finesse Don't make me make the bulldog fetch ya Purple tips make you itch on a stretcher Hit your momma house, know you got the message Lucky you're jealousy would've been reckless Raid the condo, draggin' me by my necklace I don't get tired, lil' nigga, I be restless I was trappin', eating noodles for breakfast Took a loss and bounced it back like a checker Police took a couple sticks last summer We was glizzy, le buteur so Texas Some niggas still ten toes in these streets Still get you anything for the cheap Young and connected like the letter V Name a youngin's been more realer than me I just put some gold all over my teeth Giuseppe steppin' how we roll in the streets Hit a new stage at age of fourteen My nigga just hit a stain last week I put the nina to a nigga cheek (shh) The nigga don't speak Bro, I was broke, ain't had nothin to eat You in the streets then you know how it be Some say I'm sayin' too much when I rap But I ain't never said a name in my track I told that nigga I'm only speaking facts And uh, and that's on the trap See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I ain't have to scheme Taliban be on my team I know some twins that will hit you with these Tallup, Tallup, Tallup, split you in piece Osama twin llama, choppa siamese Lookin' for me pack me up in the B's Lemons grip up on my bitch when I squeeze I know some kids who do hits for some trees Smoke a top and turn an opp into weed Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid, then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah, I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back, woah

I ain't no sucker I ain't no hoe I ain't no goofy I'm having it my way and it's nothing niggas could do with me I can't be fucked with, nobody gone touch me You wanna be a boss nigga get in touch with me Bitches slut for me Niggas buck for me Respected everywhere I go no one gone come for me But till I'm filthy rich I ain't living comfortably Still I'm that nigga and I say that shit humbly I blew some bags I shouldn't have but I ain't fumble it I up the score again, bitch I get it in Ima made man I pay the cost to be the boss and made it look easy Now she in love with a killer but ain't no free Bs I know niggas tricking on hoes that I fucked for free I got niggas get you gone if you fuck with me Boy you best believe, ima rare breed Ima get money nigga, ima holy demon Bitch we say that shit humbly I told that dumb bitch stay home don't want no company Cuz I be in my moods, that's why I love my tool Two sticks on my hip them bitches hugging me And if you fucking with my ops then why you trust in me? Cuz I can't save you from them shots don't leave it up to me Yea I ain't really gotta say shit they know wassup wit me Yea all these friendly niggas gone tell when shit get ugly Bitch we say that shit humbly I told that dumb bitch stay home don't want no company Cuz I be in my moods, that's why I love my tool Two sticks on my hip them bitches huggin me