Facts (p Money Diss) Lyrics - Dot Rotten

[Intro] 

"Jasmine is erm a guy... Who dresses up as a girl. His name is James but his erm like y'know when he dresses up as a woman he's Jasmine and Blacks used to fuck him. So... he used to holler him down hard as well, so that's where that's come from" 

Yeah 

Niggas be hating on me once again 

Yeah 

Talk you ain't in just to mention my name 

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[Verse] 

I'm on a war mission 

I got a pure vision 

In a conflict I leave your jaw spinnin' 

Doin' this since I had my re-bore rollin' in a four door Nissan 

Facts 

Everybody knows about facts 

You spat your bars, no facts 

Get a man back with facts 

Said that you've never been G checked 

But we're gonna find out if that's really a 

Fact 

Minarmy the team, that's fact 

Can't fuck with the Gs, get slapped 

Shaatuup 

Yo man can't keep lyin' like that 

No reciept we don't buy it like that 

P, cut down on carbohydrates 

I think it's time you take diets like that 

Didn't wanna do it but it gets like that 

And I didn't know Blacks gives neck like that 

OGz, they lose respect like that 

Brudda, you should leave Cleo alone I ain't backin' her 

But her mistakes are hers not mine 

If Chip, Black the Ripper and a cameraman beat then fuck it, we all got shines 

If I wifey'd Shivs 

You were pipin' sniff up in Wiley's crib 

All these lies and fibs 

You said that I sold Mazza's kit but I made that one, it was free for the fans online 

Put 3 of his sounds on a file by accident 

I called him up, he wouldn't stop cryin' 

I gave man a bag of VSTs and showed man techniques and beats, you know I'm not biased 

Said he never got credited, where are you gettin' this? 

It's on his Soundcloud, now mock I 

I got love for Mazza he jus took shit the wrong way and decided to say that we're not guys 

Never got dropped on a one album deal, fulfilled my contract 

Old news, long time 

You didn't pay for the studio, put out your CD 

Never said thanks, opp signs 

I talk 'bout guns, I was trained by a marksman 

I can undo and redo a Glock 9 

Security firm in Jamaica, three million dollar house in LA 

You can't top I 

You aimed your lyrical gun, dissed and missed 

Said I got a kick out of dissing chicks 

Did a EP gettin' at me dissing chicks 

About L after L 

Fibs and fibs 

I can see P sittin' in a clinic pissed 

Cheated on twice by his missuses 

While you were scrubbin' your girlfriend's foot 

Griminal's older brother just dicked it quick 

How you hatin' on me and my Ipswich chick? 

She ain't cheated on me she's keepin' it trill 

And we're makin' some P on some business shit 

But Lils and Miss Anderson 

Oh how embarassing 

They ain't strong enough to lift this dick 

While you was lickin' your exes clit 

They had man on the side tryna dip, dip, dip 

While you was buyin' em Christmas gifts 

They had other man's name on their Christmas list 

While you were doing your exes chores 

She was doin' you nasty and Grim witnessed 

Maxta got head off your ex and got blocked off the radio 

Nah it's a different ting 

Before she preceded to blow let him know if he spoke his career's gonna go don't tell a soul so we know the radio's fixed with hits 

Though really you wifey'd a sket 

You beat up both your exes got arrested 

Abusin' women bredder it's time to confess 

Imagine Betty inside the house with him arguin' scared for her life them nights were distress 

Sian in the morning goin' to work depressed having to put on a fake smile to present 

Betty waking up in the morning horny with a black eye thinking this guy should be dead 

She called your BMs and told that you're cheatin' and you broke her jaw, what a guy he's the best 

And broke her nose 

Guess that's how you've grown 

There's a reason he ain't replied to it yet 

Don't know what situation Willy's in with Mr Williams, it's gay and slightly a beg 

Blacks fucked a transvestite and you roll with him 

Jasmine's your boy's old wifey, it's dead 

Can't stop laughing inside of my head 

Put a Insta model naked in front of Blacks I bet he'll have a hard time tryin' to errect 

I keep telling 'em I don't spit no more 

But these fans they want all the grime they can get 

God put me back in this path so I'm aiming for you 

Like Gabriel I'm sniping your head 

Killin' em slowly I'm OG the cutter 

Wait why don't he roll with his brother? 

That's your family 

Clock videos full of mandem 

But he don't roll with his brother 

Heard through the grapevine 

P don't like gays 

And I heard that he's disowning his brother 

Shoulda set him up with Blacks 'cah at least they coulda been gay without exposing each other 

Imagine em sharing a room, on a real though 

Blacks with pictures of Wiley, the grime scene 

P's brother with pictures of Kylie and dildos 

P, don't be mean to your bros 

You took Sian off Little Dee you little thief 

You're the one that got caught stealin' a hoe 

Lied that I stole from the studio you're the one that was stealing from the Gs that you know 

You didn't like me for my birthday set 

When you tried to put it on Rem with Stripes 

South west boy in the south east with essentials 

There was jealousy in his eyes 

Couldn't care less about YouTube views 

'Cah I'm getting at you I applaud dislikes 

You been rolling with snakes early 

So that EP cover you've chosen it fits just right 

Right now your boy looks suspect 

Think I ain't got dirt on you? 

Come on now brother I can make a OG get upset 

Talk about work you put in grime 

For a whole year brother you were spittin' on dubstep 

You can't chat shit about N.E 

I never saw you once in his house when he lived in Nunhead 

Your head's comin' off, straight up bloodshed 

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[Outro] 

How you can gonna talk to me about hoes? 

Both your exes have killstreaks 

Body counts bigger than Sergeant Majors an' that 

You're just a liar 

You think it's over? 

It ain't over yet