All American Grind - All About Tha Facts Lyrics

You know that I ain't written nothing if the verses don't kill
I'm all about the facts so I got to keep it real
I used to talk about it so put it in existence
Why should I explain if you already know what this is
I can't quit spitting that fire that hot shit
Burn up the track ain't nobody gone top this
Ain't no competition when it comes to the grind
Think in we ain't hot you out yo motherfucking mind
I bring heat any beat I eat he's ok but he ain't me
I do it big freight line or the fleet
Bitch I'm cold like my name was ice t yungpot
You know that I ain't written nothing if the verses don't kill
I'm all about the facts so I got to keep it real
I used to talk about it so put it in existence
Why should I explain if you already know what this is
I'm step-in out colder like I ain't done it before
And I'm Killing these bitches I get the bread then I go
Neva pressed bout these niggas
Ms. Meka the got damn name
When you say make sure you got respect on my name
On the move lil baby you know I can't stop now
All American Grind you know the grind don't stop
Chasing paper in my sleep woke up this ain't no dream
On the move all the time for my got damn team
You know that I ain't written nothing if the verses don't kill
I'm all about the facts so I got to keep it real
I used to talk about it so put it in existence
Why should I explain if you already know what this is

You know that I ain't written nothing if the verses don't kill
I'm all about the facts so I got to keep it real
I used to talk about it so put it in existence
Why should I explain if you already know what this is
I can't quit spitting that fire that hot shit
Burn up the track ain't nobody gone top this
Ain't no competition when it comes to the grind
Think in we ain't hot you out yo motherfucking mind
I bring heat any beat I eat he's ok but he ain't me
I do it big freight line or the fleet
Bitch I'm cold like my name was ice t yungpot
You know that I ain't written nothing if the verses don't kill
I'm all about the facts so I got to keep it real
I used to talk about it so put it in existence
Why should I explain if you already know what this is
I'm step-in out colder like I ain't done it before
And I'm Killing these bitches I get the bread then I go
Neva pressed bout these niggas
Ms. Meka the got damn name
When you say make sure you got respect on my name
On the move lil baby you know I can't stop now
All American Grind you know the grind don't stop
Chasing paper in my sleep woke up this ain't no dream
On the move all the time for my got damn team
You know that I ain't written nothing if the verses don't kill
I'm all about the facts so I got to keep it real
I used to talk about it so put it in existence
Why should I explain if you already know what this is