TBT

Seems everybody now-a-days really got a problem
No bffs, best friends forget
Real rose bloom fly
Soon taking the jet
Can't wait, run the route
I play for the Jets
Hold up
Réc changed, he ain't speaking to me
He ain't Cole, no Lamar, he ain't j to the z
Out the pit of bullshit, dawg one with a b
Know my soul been a treasure
I buried it deep

Let my Truth be told
I really mean this
Let my Truth be told
I really seen it
Let my Truth be told I'm finna pop
And ain't a damn thing they can do when I'm on, so I
Let my truth be told

If the Feds come
We gon dip, haul ass
Sphere so small, we don't like wall rats
Ops ain't shit, they gon feel our wrath
Like a trick, magic man won't fill no bag

Said your ex lacks, they ain't on shit
It ain't your time, better check your wrist
It ain't on mine, so it ain't no list
If she ain't all fine, then it ain't no kids, so I

Let my Truth be told
I really mean this
Let my Truth be told
I really seen it
Let my Truth be told I'm finna pop
And ain't a damn thing they can do when I'm on, so I
Let my truth be told



Credits
Writer(s): Tyréc Robinson
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