Cold Facts

They stand the test, got Father Time rhymes

I know I'm blessed, Father, pardon my crimes

Just wanted to stack and ride Beemers;

Don't laugh on the ave with a pack of hyenas

Come through with the pride, get attacked with five ninas

Got trapped, now I'm fly, now I'm back with my Venus

The dream is live clean, and good livin'

As free as it seems, but this shit is a hood prison

So we sold that poison like Bivins

Made noise and quietly gave sisters nice ribbons

Fxck them cops and swats with night vision

Give me three days, we'll celebrate like Christ's risen

Grew up with good-spirited goons;

Now I only see 'em in tombs or in visiting rooms

Hold the chrome tight; the beast's on the creep

I own the night, the heat's my receipt

I need peace; all that beef sh!t is weak

But n!ggas that talk trash get sweeped in the street

Washed down the gutter

Whatever remains gets tossed 'round your mother

Jump the squares, made 'em crown another

I see your traps and your plots to dead us

Y'all rode with Kojaks, n!gga, I got Berettas

I heat it up with cold facts

I heat it up with cold facts

Hood pyrotechnics with no alarms

I blew up the block when I sold them bombs

And all them n!ggas that didn't turn pros is cons

Guns 24 karat, got golden arms

Good metal, don't settle for silver of bronze

With the fruits of my labor, I'm building farms

The illest psalms written with killer palms

And a scoundrel mind

But nice cyphed with anybody down to rhyme

Too much vision, them n!ggas soundin' blind

They must be in the dark, downing swine

A titan... Yeah, but I'm enlightened

Should build museums from all the sh!t I'm writin'

Y’all n!ggas weak, check my speak, start bitin'

I don't speak too much; words' more potent

Live n!ggas say it with me; herbs, don't quote it

Colt loaded, waitin' for a reason

Praise me when I'm dead, make bread when I'm breathin'

Can't take it when I'm leavin'

Judge me too quick, mistake me as a heathen

Because I had tools, moved weight, and was thievin'

But I was broke, out the gate I was grievin'

Had a cold heart cause my apartment was freezin'

Studied this 30 years, so you could say it's mastered

Thorough n!ggas, it's in my nucleic acid

I heat it up with cold facts

I heat it up with cold facts