FACTS OF LIFE

Swere everyday im always thinking loud,always want my family just to be

Proud,what they did to me in the past,that's some i can't sleep about,tell me in my dream

My mama always shout,dripping in my past like it's drought,fuck up the beat,take a taste of the

Lyrics on my paper it is sweet,that's why when you rap battle me you gonna take this heat,

The way i beat always will respent me,I ain't got nothing else except this rap,,after I get done

with One rap I get on the other one asap,kah meh kah me hahhh,then spit game like a Megatron,

Light on fire with my mans kakrot,I saw demons when I was little,i remember them days when I would

Sleep in a hospital,many ask how do you do it ARKredd how do you make the kettle,I say i never

Focus on someone else stay constant o your dribble,I got a gift of rap when i make a rap i don't

scribble,my rhymes always be subcritical,i remember one that I rapped people actually thought

I was actually a criminal,me winning a rap battle isvery critical,family stay the fuck away from

My coffin at my funeral,why that ARKredd cause it's difficult,all my life around them I felt

misrable,the way you treated me as a family was pitiful...and that's fact