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Factual. Hustlin' up the money, tryna double up my Factual. Net worth that I'm really worth, That shit they post ain't actual. Show me somethin', pay me if you owe me, If you owe me somethin'. Before I line it Up and score the win, I'm puttin' work. We gon' get you posted, where to park, jack The station. It's hustle on the table, bow your Grind, let's say the grace. I thank God for protectin' me through every move I made. I know I wasn't perfect, Lord, But still I paved the way. When it comes to hustlin', I go down as One of the greats. I pull up to my Circle, yeah, I'm passin' out the plates. I'm high steppin' now, they peepin' heavy through The gates. My hustle isn't local, Now my sound will shake the state. What? I was on the corner in my hoodie Steady pacin'. Graffiti on the wall, It's the culture that I'm chasin'. Every scar a lesson, every risk became foundation. Turn a hunger to a fire, built it up With dedication. See my name up on the flyer, City chat, anticipation. Every move a calculation, never random imitation. Keep my circle loyal, never bendin' under weight. Yeah, I hustle independent, watch me write my own Fate. F-F-F-Factual. Hustlin' up the money, tryna double up my factual. Net worth that I'm really worth, that shit they Post ain't actual. Show me somethin', pay me if you owe me, If you owe me somethin'. Before I line it Up and score the win, I'm puttin' In work. Green, you might think you're safe, that the thing You feared was only a fragment of your imagination, But it's already inside your home. It has crawled into your thoughts, whispered its Name into your ear. And now it Is waiting.