Factory - Cypher Clique, Mickey Factz

Growing up, getting money’s a prerequisite

Being broke was deemed negligent, weak precedence

I work hard for these Benjamins, clean settlements

Extreme elegance, achieved extreme decadents

Weed elements litter the air with their fragrance

I’m jaded, very foul line’s designd flagrant

I get extra points for being one of your favorite

I made it, instinct, never basic like

I still run the base, you run the bases

Out of this world language, I’m an ATLien from New York

Had everything inside of my spaceship

Playing Kanye’s shit, gracious with the greatness

The flow iller than vaccines that make you sicker

Take a picture with the greatest spitter making scriptures

I shake the building every lyric just to break the requiter

And I drink the liquors made by strippers in painted glitter

Everybody talking they ain’t poppin' as now

But come around, we in your city and we droppin' it down, like

Your baby mama back to boppin' it down

Said the crown ain’t really brown still be jockin' the style, like

Ohhhh, Ohhhh

Ohhhh

Don’t want the crown want he bop in your town

Since 2010 said she be down, ain’t no stoppin' it now