Letras
Hater gnawing their nails because I'm shining
Plus you know I'm staying true blue steady reclining
'Cause you know I stay on point like something spiny
Sharp as a tack wrinkle-free without the ironing
This ain't 'bout to be about no pimps and hoes
But I pimp my flows
And leave 'em looking like a simp who soul
Still shine like a pimp I suppose
No Caddy big boy Buick but I called it the Midnight Pearl
Bitch you wrong better get right girl
Represent for all my sisters the land of the real dixie chicks
That be down for their nigga, and will hit a lick
Positive 'bout black women but can still make a hit
Positive after all this time I'm still making sense
Know that I'ma stay on my grind and still pay the rent
We in positions of authority but still play the fence
And can roll up that wood without even catching a splinter
I go hard for my city
Put on for the hood
Put on for the hood
And go hard for my city
I go hard for my city
Put on for the hood
Put on for the hood
And go hard for my city
I go hard for my city
Put on for the hood
Put on for the hood
And go hard for my
Bitch niggas knowing in their heart that I'm too trill for you
'Fore I follow you I'd rather do what the real would do
Sometimes a nigga stumble never taking a fall
Never be somebody's fall-guy for making you ball
Once you get it on your own people can't say shit
You owe 'em this and owe 'em that
But they ain't worked for shit
Trying to get a peace of mind but a piece of mine
Getting scouted every second haters peeping the shine
Ladies see I'm looking good so they eager to ride
It take more than that to get me I ain't even that guy
But I'ma still break 'em off I ain't even gon' lie
'Cause I be that NonFiction 'til the day that I die
And on the day that I die
I got the gumption to live
By every single track I've laid
Now that's something to give
Ain't no cartoon shit but I'm the king of my hill
On point like a harpoon but steady sharpen my skill
Certain things in this life time often reveals
Nothing new under the sun keep it one-hundred and one
I go hard for my city
Put on for the hood
Put on for the hood
And go hard for my city
I go hard for my city
Put on for the hood
Put on for the hood
And go hard for my city
I go hard for my city
Put on for the hood
Put on for the hood
And go hard for my
Bitch niggas knowing in their heart that I'm too trill for you
'Fore I follow you I'd rather do what the real would do
Some come out the gate striking
But end up getting stopped short like a baseball player
Real by choice not force
About to witness the strength of street knowledge
Nigga wit' attitude
Plus a brain as if he been to college
That's equivalent to a menace to society
May have more figures but never spit it as fly as me
And fuck the critics don't do this for notoriety
Do this for your family
And all the people who gon' ride for we
Haters scared to come this side of the track
Because I embody the truth so I'm giving it back
NonFiction that means I'ma issue the facts
About the way them hoe-ass niggas be turning bitch-made
The way them hoe-ass bitches scheming to get paid
The way Uncle Sam wanna pay us a slave wage
A war goings on they attacking in many ways
Much love for my people coming straight outta PA