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Rumor Control Yeah… listen close. Two names, one story, zero facts. Look Up Da FACTS, facts facts Look Up Da FACTS, facts facts WHO GOT MOTION? in these streets WHO GOT MOTION? yeah thats me Lies fall flat when the TRUTH start hittin’ TRUTH START HITTIN’ (Triggrr) Sixteen followers talkin’ trash like a legend, I got a hundred-fifty-seven—numbers tellin’ the message Triggrr you so quick to talk shit But I Bet You really Pie Detroit stay in yo bio, but that pressure don't apply. Yo City built on killers who move quiet and lurk, you dont make money off motion or movin that work Triggered off whispers, that’s the brand you designed, this aint even yo beef thats why you flexin’ online, its about your homie who thinks i stepped outa line You swing on a myth like it stole your pride, Shadowboxin’ the air , still losin’ the fight Your anger’s a costume you wear for attention, Mine’s discipline sharpened into intention. I don’t need to threaten my presence is proof, Every bar notarized, like certified truth. when my numbers peak, your argument dies So reply if you want… you’ll just post and I’ll rise. Detroit can teach you grit, hustle, silence then strike, You skipped all the lessons, went straight to the mic. Your rage ain’t authentic, it’s rented emotion, I’m calm in the storm, you panic in motion. I don’t need to threaten, my presence is proof, Every bar notarized, stamped with the truth. Detroit in your mouth but not in your spine, That’s why when facts show up, you fall outta line. Big Gav in Sterling Heights, small picture frame, Talk heavy online but you lame Y’all share one braincell, lease it month to month, I own my narrative, deeded up front. You inherited anger, no will, no trust, Mad at air, swingin’ fists at dust. Think I crept in the past? That’s fan fiction, bro, You Netflix rumors, I live what I know. I don’t sneak through doors I ain’t never been near, You chase ghosts, I cash checks made of clarity here. If lies were currency, y’all would be rich, But truth always audits—remember that glitch. When the smoke clears fast and the mirrors all crack, You gon’ see who was real and who talked just to yap I’m older, not colder, just sharper with aim, Y’all play telephone, I play chess with the game. You took one man’s word like it came notarized, I took silence and turned it to verified lines. Detroit to Sterling, that’s a map full of talk, But your steps don’t match when you finally walk. I don’t diss for clout, I dismiss with poise, Turn two SoundCloud temp files into background noise. No beef—just balance. Facts over fear. Next time fact check shi before you mention my name.
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Rumor Control Yeah… listen close. Two names, one story, zero facts. Look Up Da FACTS, facts facts Look Up Da FACTS, facts facts WHO GOT MOTION? in these streets WHO GOT MOTION? yeah thats me Lies fall flat when the TRUTH start hittin’ TRUTH START HITTIN’ (Triggrr) Sixteen followers talkin’ trash like a legend, I got a hundred-fifty-seven—numbers tellin’ the message Triggrr you so quick to talk shit But I Bet You really Pie Detroit stay in yo bio, but that pressure don't apply. Yo City built on killers who move quiet and lurk, you dont make money off motion or movin that work Triggered off whispers, that’s the brand you designed, this aint even yo beef thats why you flexin’ online, its about your homie who thinks i stepped outa line You swing on a myth like it stole your pride, Shadowboxin’ the air , still losin’ the fight Your anger’s a costume you wear for attention, Mine’s discipline sharpened into intention. I don’t need to threaten my presence is proof, Every bar notarized, like certified truth. when my numbers peak, your argument dies So reply if you want… you’ll just post and I’ll rise. Detroit can teach you grit, hustle, silence then strike, You skipped all the lessons, went straight to the mic. Your rage ain’t authentic, it’s rented emotion, I’m calm in the storm, you panic in motion. I don’t need to threaten, my presence is proof, Every bar notarized, stamped with the truth. Detroit in your mouth but not in your spine, That’s why when facts show up, you fall outta line. Big Gav in Sterling Heights, small picture frame, Talk heavy online but you lame Y’all share one braincell, lease it month to month, I own my narrative, deeded up front. You inherited anger, no will, no trust, Mad at air, swingin’ fists at dust. Think I crept in the past? That’s fan fiction, bro, You Netflix rumors, I live what I know. I don’t sneak through doors I ain’t never been near, You chase ghosts, I cash checks made of clarity here. If lies were currency, y’all would be rich, But truth always audits—remember that glitch. When the smoke clears fast and the mirrors all crack, You gon’ see who was real and who talked just to yap I’m older, not colder, just sharper with aim, Y’all play telephone, I play chess with the game. You took one man’s word like it came notarized, I took silence and turned it to verified lines. Detroit to Sterling, that’s a map full of talk, But your steps don’t match when you finally walk. I don’t diss for clout, I dismiss with poise, Turn two SoundCloud temp files into background noise. No beef—just balance. Facts over fear. Next time fact check shi before you mention my name.