Truth

I was the one that was fucked up my nigga I had to go get me a bag And Ian got time fa nun of these bitches they just tryna throw me that ass And Ian got time for nun of these niggas Im to busy chasin da cash Same niggas who livin back then, they tryna come back from the past So I just load up my Mac Then I jus smoke on that gas And when I sit back and just think on my nigga they really don’t want nun wack These niggas know that they really be cappin my nigga I’m speakin these facts My nigga we slidin and we never hidin we pull up wit sticks out the back Hol up lil homie Heard these niggas say I got a check But last time I checked I’m still in the hood and I got a vet But lemme jus guess You’ll hear anything and roll with next But if you insist You know that I started out servin out tenths Bought me a bale, then bought me scale I’ll pull up and Serve you dis this thrash Bought me some guns then I bought a bond my nigga I’m feelin like Jacking He watched his tounge I grabbed his lung my nigga I jus got em wacked I put my life on this track Everything I say is facts We get em in and we get em gone I cannot talk on the phone I gotta sell me some strong Just Get off yo ass quit askin for loans Baby come home and take off that thong Then you can give me that dome Then you can leave me alone I made me a play And I got it gone Sick of these niggas I’m sick of these bitches Everything I say is realist Nigga my pot you can feel it Been stayed in my bag nigga dis shit taste like henny Get on yo grind serve out yo feelings You don’t got time to be chillin You tryna run up a milli But look at you nigga you stuck on these bitches Come buy a bale, don’t need me a scale Nigga I’m runnin from twelve Nigga I bounced off the scale Cuz these niggas snitchin they gon wanna tell I had it all then nigga I failed Nigga don’t ask how it feel Nigga you cap on your bills You stuck at the crib and can’t get a lift