Lyrics I.T. Factor - TLN

Yeah, this that classic TLN shit
Fire spitters only, come on
Ayy, yeah, yeah

Just to make it clear
Y'all don't know me
These beats way to classic
For me to talk that bullshit
This real raps
Why you ain't actin' like I'm the man nigga?
I dropped so much music in one year nigga
I worked hard, produced songs my own bars
Four ep's, an album it all flopped
I just took it as a lesson I could learn from
Worked in trailers just to bring the money home
We ain't have no family connections
We didn't have the people that would promise a Bentley
If I got good grade in school, and all that bullshit
Nigga this the street life
People hatin' on me 'cause I never do the streets right
Handouts right here that shit don't fly, yeah
Ain't no limit to where I take it
Even though I pace me, I can go crazy
On a beat, on the rhymes, everything gravy
Mentally, musically they do not phase me
Factual spitter light skinned but a dark nigga
Third eye rhymes for these faggots that think they 'head of time yeah
I'm the truth my nigga I'm fired up
I'm tryna make you dance to this
I'm the illest since the nigga that mentioned it
I got myself in the studio late night
We make music wrong time, right time
I gotta do what I feel you cannot do what I did
They be testin' my patience
They think they good, but musically they the wackest
These boys ain't a challenge
I schooled everyone I worked with
These beats and raps are on purpose
I got a catalogue nigga I'm worth it
Music come alive in the night time
Work when everyone's asleep that's the right time
Distractions I treat 'em as a lesson
My ex tryna get to me with niggas that I chilled with
This shit way too hard for your radio
But I'll still get played 'cause they love it though
I can't have no pretentious ting
Man these people are nameless, they ain't important
The ain't addin' value they in the system
I spit bars way harder than adamantium
These people ain't a threat
I am a threat to them
When I was made a dog I remained silent
So you better watch out
'Cause you got a bullseye at the front of your head
I'll never shoot you in the back
Do you believe in me?
'Cause I believe in this I am doin' what god wants
Usin' what he gave me
You put your talent in the garbage
You don't stand for some' you ain't worth it
You might as well be a porn star
Only way you finna get more views than me
And I'm talkin' to you shallow
You will never be a king
You finna work nine to five for the rest of time
As for that faggot with the gold tooth
You will never ever ever be a goat too
Does that mothafucker vro know?
That ricco trashed talked him when they were still brosauce?
Only time ricco makes a hit is with me
From the "Saint-Laurent" to the "What You Want"
"Wonderful Time" that was my beat and all
Whatever single y'all drop here's an album
Only three minutes in and I got a lot to say
Where the fuck is your energy?
I don't feel you to this day
I surpassed the bar you set for yourself
I'm harder on myself that you can ever be regardless
I got people hatin' on me 'cause I'm always makin' target
Never puttin' people on they don't work as hard as me
And I'm sorry to say but y'all wack
One track y'all fade that's a fact
I dropped throughout the year go check
I thank God for this talent that I have
Never chase money for circumstance
'Cause my lawyer tellin' me it's lookin' good my man
Just be patient, it's a definite
Soon we'll be movin' way different
'Till then I'ma make this music
And take RIQUE's advice and just go at everybody
Yeah I got a lot to say
But that's why I made an album bitch
I could go six minutes on this beat
That's how dope this shit is, but anyway