As A Matter Of Fact by Ma$taaMynd Lyrics
Uh
Ya boy back with the juice like I hit the corner shop
Picked up a quart of minute maid and downed the whole box
Flow so nasty, but niggas show nice frowns with it
Underdog in the game finna go uptown with it
Spit so much the mic has fillings and gold crowns in it
Real as Black and White, you niggas is straight brown with it
Shawty from Maui and she sweet like mounds wit it
Pineapple complexion; cakes upside down with it
Damn
This shit's so crazy
Man a nigga got the sauce; make it drip like gravy
Like its Soft-Sheen Carson; this shit’s on wavy
Ain't worried bout the fame, but this shit might phase me
Whoa: Hold up, A nigga got off track
These wack niggas on they 50th swig; They fall back
I'll make it all smack; Nick at nite; I’m takin all that;
Now watch a nigga grab his phone and plug this to his Aux jack
Like
Lemme bump this shit
This kid Ma$taaMynd Fire; How'd he get so lit?
Yo, My nigga's flipping and ripping it; How he spit so quick?
And so ill-ey; How'd he get so sick?
Like who is he? Where'd he come from? What's the deal-ey?
He tore the roof off; Tunenchi, No ceilings
Just wanna be put me on da map; so you peeps might feel me
Scrape a couple quarters together; and make my meal-ey uh
I'm from the City; where the Sin's all at
Ya boy’s big; Like Receiving a Text in all Caps
I’m in it till I'm flossing; No Teeth; all plaques
Making history; like records; say it’s a matter of Fact
Let's get it!
As a- As a matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a- As a matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
Yo; I'm too with it; I'm too weird; I’m too witty
You niggas sick of me yet? It's only been 2 minutes
LV cap boy; I'm too Fitted
I'm jumping' hurdles keeping this tight laced up track from too tripping
My cup runneth over; it's too Spilling
You wave riding?; then I'm bus driving; It's 2.50
May just fill the beaker; needle it up for dat juiced feeling
Cause this type of shit that's even doper than spoon fillings
I'm not playing
Whoa, Lemme catch my breath
Ya dog's going off the leash; Lemme catch my pet
Yo, My arithmetic is strong enough to teach; so lemme test my best
Make a change; and Lemme catch my check
'This nigga, think he finna skip to T O P
And Run the game like he's B.I.G.' who you kidding?
I'm gon, end up being H.N.I.C
Cause From a loser; like its 3 doors down; nigga, I'm 2 winning
Get; jolly ranchers with some thick codeine
And Mix Libidos till it's cee lo green; I hope ya shawties listen
I-- Be's on lean; and serves my team
And give em something to look up to; Steph Curry to Scottie Pippen
Where niggas smoke you; like crack to moonrocks
And where Ops ride tight; boot bands with tube socks
In the same exact city; where you walk two blocks
Shoot 2 buckets; win; and get shot;
Man its fucking crazy
And dats that shit they won't show on news
But broadcast a dressed yorkie in some boots; on cue
And down the street; a homeless dude; O.D.ed on meth rocks
His dead body outlined in Chalk and sidewalk
Fuck
I know some bitches praying to get this work
Was the same hoes tryna drag a nigga through the dirt
And for them niggas wanting to kick and tryna see me down
Watch closely, turn ya T.V.'s loud
And you can see that this is
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a - As a Matter of fact
As a- As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
I'm from the City; where the Sin's all at
Ya boy's big; Like Receiving a Text in all Caps
Them Niggas Cynic; You can keep all that
Cause what's a voice of opinion to a matter of fact?
Lets go
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
Ya boy back with the juice like I hit the corner shop
Picked up a quart of minute maid and downed the whole box
Flow so nasty, but niggas show nice frowns with it
Underdog in the game finna go uptown with it
Spit so much the mic has fillings and gold crowns in it
Real as Black and White, you niggas is straight brown with it
Shawty from Maui and she sweet like mounds wit it
Pineapple complexion; cakes upside down with it
Damn
This shit's so crazy
Man a nigga got the sauce; make it drip like gravy
Like its Soft-Sheen Carson; this shit’s on wavy
Ain't worried bout the fame, but this shit might phase me
Whoa: Hold up, A nigga got off track
These wack niggas on they 50th swig; They fall back
I'll make it all smack; Nick at nite; I’m takin all that;
Now watch a nigga grab his phone and plug this to his Aux jack
Like
Lemme bump this shit
This kid Ma$taaMynd Fire; How'd he get so lit?
Yo, My nigga's flipping and ripping it; How he spit so quick?
And so ill-ey; How'd he get so sick?
Like who is he? Where'd he come from? What's the deal-ey?
He tore the roof off; Tunenchi, No ceilings
Just wanna be put me on da map; so you peeps might feel me
Scrape a couple quarters together; and make my meal-ey uh
I'm from the City; where the Sin's all at
Ya boy’s big; Like Receiving a Text in all Caps
I’m in it till I'm flossing; No Teeth; all plaques
Making history; like records; say it’s a matter of Fact
Let's get it!
As a- As a matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a- As a matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
Yo; I'm too with it; I'm too weird; I’m too witty
You niggas sick of me yet? It's only been 2 minutes
LV cap boy; I'm too Fitted
I'm jumping' hurdles keeping this tight laced up track from too tripping
My cup runneth over; it's too Spilling
You wave riding?; then I'm bus driving; It's 2.50
May just fill the beaker; needle it up for dat juiced feeling
Cause this type of shit that's even doper than spoon fillings
I'm not playing
Whoa, Lemme catch my breath
Ya dog's going off the leash; Lemme catch my pet
Yo, My arithmetic is strong enough to teach; so lemme test my best
Make a change; and Lemme catch my check
'This nigga, think he finna skip to T O P
And Run the game like he's B.I.G.' who you kidding?
I'm gon, end up being H.N.I.C
Cause From a loser; like its 3 doors down; nigga, I'm 2 winning
Get; jolly ranchers with some thick codeine
And Mix Libidos till it's cee lo green; I hope ya shawties listen
I-- Be's on lean; and serves my team
And give em something to look up to; Steph Curry to Scottie Pippen
Where niggas smoke you; like crack to moonrocks
And where Ops ride tight; boot bands with tube socks
In the same exact city; where you walk two blocks
Shoot 2 buckets; win; and get shot;
Man its fucking crazy
And dats that shit they won't show on news
But broadcast a dressed yorkie in some boots; on cue
And down the street; a homeless dude; O.D.ed on meth rocks
His dead body outlined in Chalk and sidewalk
Fuck
I know some bitches praying to get this work
Was the same hoes tryna drag a nigga through the dirt
And for them niggas wanting to kick and tryna see me down
Watch closely, turn ya T.V.'s loud
And you can see that this is
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a - As a Matter of fact
As a- As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
I'm from the City; where the Sin's all at
Ya boy's big; Like Receiving a Text in all Caps
Them Niggas Cynic; You can keep all that
Cause what's a voice of opinion to a matter of fact?
Lets go
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a- As a Matter of fact
As a- As a Matter of fact