Letra de It Factor - Boldy James & Real Bad Man

(Feat. ["Real Bad Man","El-P"])

It's the incredible, Mr. Incredible

Where we at?

It's the Jackson

What else?

I'm from the block where niggas get spilled

Barely got time, can never sit still (I ain't got the time)

I mean, I'm kind of like a big deal

These diamonds in my kit real (You know that)

The whip I drive come with the fish gills

I mean, I'm kind of like a big deal

For Blocks, niggas'll get drilled

Youngin'll spiderweb your windshield

I mean, I'm kind of like a big deal (Ayy)

Been slidin' with this ten mill'

I keep a rocket like I'm Ishmael

Murder for hire, welcome to Hitsville

Signed to the streets, lifetime contract (Yeah)

Lifetime probation with no police contact

Still broke every law under the sun under the wiretap

If being broke is a joke, then y'all niggas wisecracks (Haha)

Sell anything that you can name just for financial gain

Wasn't too good at selling weed, went hand in hand with 'caine

Graduated to letter H chasin' a letterhead

While all my youngins in the hood just tryna catch a shred

On that open road, more adventurous than Bill and Ted

So many tools in the spizzy, we could've built a shed

Did everything out of my heart, not for no extra cred'

And in return, niggas snitching, you should've killed 'em dead

Whoever thought that I was slow must've been special ed'

Lucky we let 'em breathe, just caught two set of kis

All that runnin' off and finesse gon' get you letter T'd

Caught up in the blender, but, oh, what a tangled web we weave

Pull up, big raptor, bag full of Ritz crackers

Niggas tryna steal my image, but don't got the it factor

Not an A-list rapper, but when it come to that A1, I'm the mix master

Niggas want my spot, don't got the it factor

Foreign whip crasher, I'm the Black ghetto Mick Jagger

Brick smasher, niggas want my shine, don't got the it factor

Designer drip mismatcher

Equipped with thirty shots, extended clip packer

Since a lil' nigga, I had the it factor

Ayy, 2020, made ten and tax and commission left six

Told my mom to just live and added a two to V6

The Cayenne S in two-four, I hit a six-oh in a jiff

Got the bag and still piss on the rich and money means zip

Born cattle, shuffle on, the cattle prod is a god

My hand a pentapus with one tentacle raised to the law

You graze on anything they give you which is nothin' at all

I almost quit because of how much I'm not fuckin' with y'all

You see these students in streets, it means that the jig is on fritz

You tryna put on the ritz, they puttin' cuffs on they wrists

Me and most minds don't align, I don't take kind to no swine

My stomach twists at any fuck who think it all'll be fine

It's not a glitch, it is a feature that I'm always on zone

You call me underrated again and I'm diggin' a hole

I'm in a scramble suit, I'm not someone that you could just know

Can't be explained by all that research you had done on your own

I got it

Pull up, big raptor, bag full of Ritz crackers

Niggas tryna steal my image, but don't got the it factor

Not an A-list rapper, but when it come to that A1, I'm the mix master

Niggas want my spot, don't got the it factor

Foreign whip crasher, I'm the Black ghetto Mick Jagger

Brick smasher, niggas want my shine, don't got the it factor

Designer drip mismatcher

Equipped with thirty shots, extended clip packer

Since a lil' nigga, I had the it factor

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