Facts by Ro Kapone Lyrics
[Intro]
Can't you see?
This is a real teardrop
Oh
And it's falling, falling, falling, falling
From my eye, oh
[Verse 1: Ro Kapone]
I ain't go to church last Sunday but I had every intention
I done seen all kind of shit but I'm too solid to mention it
Grandma diabetic hate to see her shoot up that insulin
I ain't lying I cried when I counted twenty up all Benjamin
Never throw up in your face what I did for you nigga
My brothers keeper I'll take care of your kids for you nigga
'Member those times we ain't have nothing
Look where we came from
Seem like the sun shine to run up the check for when the rain come
Heaven or Hell only time will tell but I'm too impatient
My daughters appreciate everything I do for 'em
See it on they faces
Julio Jones I caught the pack the plug threw it
You can't tell me nothing bout the mud
'Less you've been drag through it
Tattletale ass nigga got in that room and sang just like Usher
Three daughters to feed I can't let you undermine my hustle
Just cause I don't show it doesn't mean that I don't go through it
I've been trying to run up a check but I just blow through it
[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
If he told you I wasn't a hundred he was lying
If I got it an you need it I'm a come off it every time
I feel like I deserve it pour out my heart in every rhyme
Don't judge a book by its cover not at least till you read mine
Niggas think you don't peep all that under eye and all that down talk
Shoo fly don't you bother me I don't wanna come around y'all
Bitches don't pay you no attention if you ain't got a check
And he don't really wanna spend he just trying to back door yo' connect
[Verse 2: Woo Da Don]
Grab em on the connect the stars and negative shit
I want two doors on all my whips gold on both of my wrists
Hammer time on a bitch 'cause I'm too legit to quit
An if it ain't about money then it ain't about shit
Pain killers gone ease the pain grind hard can't see the rain
Loud packs just to ease the brain fresh as hell so cuff your main
Fuck a runner got to run it up if you in the way get ran over
I don't fuck with flaw niggas all of my niggas some true soldiers
Lil nigga I was born blessed got the shit tatted on me
Like I work for FedEx I got that package on me
Stay down till you come up never snitch never fold
Can't hold a real nigga down swear to God I'm trained to go
An it ain't nothing like them Benjis paper cutting off yo fingers
Bad bitch with extensions trying to ride off in the Lincoln
Nigga all I know is business ain't no flaw this shit official
Police killing all my people I can't let these crackers get us
[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
If he told you I wasn't a hunnit' he was lying
If I got it an you need it I'ma come off it every time
I feel like I deserve it pour out my heart in every rhyme
Don't judge a book by its cover not at least till you read mine
Niggas think you don't peep all that under eye and all that down talk
I'm too fly don't you bother me I don't wanna come around y'all
Bitches don't pay you no attention if you ain't got a check
And he don't really wanna spend he just trying to back door yo' connect
[Verse 3: Geek Boy]
I asked mama what kind of whip she want, a Benz or Beamer?
I ain't lying I'm a keep grinding until she riding cleaner
How it ain't better on the other side and the grass greener?
'Cause when you broke deep down inside it make your ass meaner
I'm from the home of the raiders fuck them snitches and haters
From the swamp with the gators right next door that's Jeff Davis
Thirty minutes from Coffee thirty minutes they off me
I got some hitters off in Baxley gone come if I call em
Hit my knees and asked the Lord to forgive me for sins
Take the fake out my friends free my fam' out them pins
I made a promise to myself I wouldn't go back again
And when I think that I'm gone break it I think about my kids
Kept my face good in the streets an I stayed solid
Seen a couple niggas change up but I stayed rocking
Nigga tried to tax on the work like I ain't gone make profit
No weapon formed against shall prosper so you can't stop it
[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
If he told you I wasn't a hundred he was lying
If I got it an you need it I'm a come off it every time
I feel like I deserve it pour out my heart in every rhyme
Don't judge a book by its cover not at least till you read mine
Niggas think you don't peep all that under eye and all that down talk
Shoo fly don't you bother me I don't wanna come around y'all
Bitches don't pay you no attention if you ain't got a check
And he don't really wanna spend he just trying to back door yo' connect
Can't you see?
This is a real teardrop
Oh
And it's falling, falling, falling, falling
From my eye, oh
[Verse 1: Ro Kapone]
I ain't go to church last Sunday but I had every intention
I done seen all kind of shit but I'm too solid to mention it
Grandma diabetic hate to see her shoot up that insulin
I ain't lying I cried when I counted twenty up all Benjamin
Never throw up in your face what I did for you nigga
My brothers keeper I'll take care of your kids for you nigga
'Member those times we ain't have nothing
Look where we came from
Seem like the sun shine to run up the check for when the rain come
Heaven or Hell only time will tell but I'm too impatient
My daughters appreciate everything I do for 'em
See it on they faces
Julio Jones I caught the pack the plug threw it
You can't tell me nothing bout the mud
'Less you've been drag through it
Tattletale ass nigga got in that room and sang just like Usher
Three daughters to feed I can't let you undermine my hustle
Just cause I don't show it doesn't mean that I don't go through it
I've been trying to run up a check but I just blow through it
[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
If he told you I wasn't a hundred he was lying
If I got it an you need it I'm a come off it every time
I feel like I deserve it pour out my heart in every rhyme
Don't judge a book by its cover not at least till you read mine
Niggas think you don't peep all that under eye and all that down talk
Shoo fly don't you bother me I don't wanna come around y'all
Bitches don't pay you no attention if you ain't got a check
And he don't really wanna spend he just trying to back door yo' connect
[Verse 2: Woo Da Don]
Grab em on the connect the stars and negative shit
I want two doors on all my whips gold on both of my wrists
Hammer time on a bitch 'cause I'm too legit to quit
An if it ain't about money then it ain't about shit
Pain killers gone ease the pain grind hard can't see the rain
Loud packs just to ease the brain fresh as hell so cuff your main
Fuck a runner got to run it up if you in the way get ran over
I don't fuck with flaw niggas all of my niggas some true soldiers
Lil nigga I was born blessed got the shit tatted on me
Like I work for FedEx I got that package on me
Stay down till you come up never snitch never fold
Can't hold a real nigga down swear to God I'm trained to go
An it ain't nothing like them Benjis paper cutting off yo fingers
Bad bitch with extensions trying to ride off in the Lincoln
Nigga all I know is business ain't no flaw this shit official
Police killing all my people I can't let these crackers get us
[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
If he told you I wasn't a hunnit' he was lying
If I got it an you need it I'ma come off it every time
I feel like I deserve it pour out my heart in every rhyme
Don't judge a book by its cover not at least till you read mine
Niggas think you don't peep all that under eye and all that down talk
I'm too fly don't you bother me I don't wanna come around y'all
Bitches don't pay you no attention if you ain't got a check
And he don't really wanna spend he just trying to back door yo' connect
[Verse 3: Geek Boy]
I asked mama what kind of whip she want, a Benz or Beamer?
I ain't lying I'm a keep grinding until she riding cleaner
How it ain't better on the other side and the grass greener?
'Cause when you broke deep down inside it make your ass meaner
I'm from the home of the raiders fuck them snitches and haters
From the swamp with the gators right next door that's Jeff Davis
Thirty minutes from Coffee thirty minutes they off me
I got some hitters off in Baxley gone come if I call em
Hit my knees and asked the Lord to forgive me for sins
Take the fake out my friends free my fam' out them pins
I made a promise to myself I wouldn't go back again
And when I think that I'm gone break it I think about my kids
Kept my face good in the streets an I stayed solid
Seen a couple niggas change up but I stayed rocking
Nigga tried to tax on the work like I ain't gone make profit
No weapon formed against shall prosper so you can't stop it
[Chorus: Ro Kapone]
If he told you I wasn't a hundred he was lying
If I got it an you need it I'm a come off it every time
I feel like I deserve it pour out my heart in every rhyme
Don't judge a book by its cover not at least till you read mine
Niggas think you don't peep all that under eye and all that down talk
Shoo fly don't you bother me I don't wanna come around y'all
Bitches don't pay you no attention if you ain't got a check
And he don't really wanna spend he just trying to back door yo' connect