"Factual" lyrics

Some shit for the rebels
Some shit for the free mind, the free soul
Ayo

Brothers be dyin' and mothers be cryin' due to the violence
Goverment just stand by, in fact invite it
TV-shows got a [?] and a [?]
Baby girls turned sluts, fuckin' for diamonds
I'm done being silent
No mollys, puff budd and I'm highest
A lotta rappers is sweeter than a cup full of icing
Third eye can mentally touch the horizon
Niggas think they want beef, would you be punchin' a giant?
No
God knows my flow, make 'em stop, drop then roll
This is a track, I'm lyrically hoppin' these obstacles
Kush joint, I get blow like dollas do
Lirically limitless, my flow is forever optional
Niggas claim to be different, they hear splittin'
I'm on top, I got the mayor's vision
Niggas comin' at my team when they got players missin'
We hella active, y'all chair-sittin', uh

You feel me?
That's just what it is
Either you fuck with me, or you fuck with me
Everybody knows that one of the main side effects of using marijuana is the hungriest of the munchies

Smoke weed, I be eatin' tracks
Yeah, I pass Mary Jane but I need her back, like my ex, fuck
I'm vintage, authentic with every sentence
Lyrical rims, bitch I finish
Fuck America, finna start my own village
No, I'm not in the game but I'm real, like a pro scrimmage
I didn't smoke, but it sound like my flow hit it
Underground's where I lie, below hidden, from the hatred and the fakeness
Fuck the fame, I do it 'cause I love it

Huh, you feel me?
Hadouken