Facts are facts The truth hurts, hard pill to swallow. O.G Piru right side red thru and thru born too lead can't see that, Where's ya head, blind slow Sleepy bouts to get that ass left behind Pen game is the illest Spit gospel, write a novel. Fire in the booth, or even on the street Make mics fucken melt, Put my soul on every beat They hate to love me secretly wanna be me It's all about lyrical expression, Grind stays hard niggas should take study lessons, Hip Hop in my veins steady flows destroy ur ass lyrically 2.5 seconds You got any questions the end if my seasion should of taken notes schooooowooop boys and girls class is now dismissed.