Facts (Remix)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Hey, yo, Specialist, it's the seventy million dollar boy
On the way to be a billionaire
Life is good, God is great
On everything I love
Everything about me...facts

[Verse 1: International Special]
In the club my whole team on 'em
Outside I got the beam on 'em
Mask on, I'm goin' Scream on 'em
No Codeine but I'ma Lean on 'em
Take his jewels and all the green on 'em
Empty this whole magazine on 'em
Put holes in that Supreme on 'em
Body shots, [?] the spleen on 'em
I ain't playin' so, nigga, stop grinnin'
Three-eighty tucked, it's well hidden
I swear I have that ass trendin'
Got violent cases that's still pendin'
And police beef that's never endin'
Been a shooter from the very beginnin'
Old drug money I'm still spendin'
Thirty years in and still winnin'

[Bridge: DJ Khaled]
Mo' money, mo' solutions
Every year our year
I'm the best that ever did it
They hate when you winnin'
Real recognize real
More [?] more blessings
Busta Rhyme new album is near

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
I make your shit stop workin' like I cut the fuckin' cable off
The whole artist roster on your label soft
And yes I'm in the shit, I'm askin' for it, bitch
Your bars are currently tomato sauce
Necessary in this motha fucka
Respect the most legendary motha fucka
Now let us get it straight, [?] time is great
Let me remind you you's a temporary motha fucka
Bitch, I take it above and beyond
Fuck what they talkin', how they [?] respond
I dare a nigga talk shit, even a little bit, I double dare a nigga tell me not respond
And if go beyond rap, nigga, we switch to a whole 'nother code of ethics, nigga
From another whole prospective, nigga
Get it?
Get it?
Get it?

[Bridge: DJ Khaled]
It's father of Asahd
Three estates in two states
Respected world-wide
Love overcomes hate
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Joe Crack got my back
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
A nigga strapped everyday
He even get paid to catch a case
Fat titties, small waste, hahh
A nigga wanna ball, move that bass, bruhh
Went to the feds and became richer
It's twenty in the game, still the same nigga
G-S engraved in the Range, nigga
Don't do lames, don't entertain niggas
Twenty eighteen with the [?]
Sort them niggas that you be runnin' with
You callin' 'em Gods, cannot be son to 'em
Never summon them, always dubbin' them
Who'da thought the last of Rubie's children send planes to Puerto Rico worth millions?
Got me shoulder shruggin' like M-J, you need a real nigga? I'm a template

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Specialist
Busta Rhymes
Joey Crack
D-J Khaled
Facts
[?] ya head
Facts
[?] ya bombaclad