The Truth
This as real as it's gone get
Ain't no nigga gave me shit
Who gone take care off my OG if I OD in this bitch
I got cold feet in this bitch
Shit get so deep on them trips
NIggas so geeked for them strips
So we gone bleed for the shit
'Cause I'm gone bleed for the shit
I be OT with them strips
Gotta be lowkey in the whip
Don't even smoke weed in this bitch
I got good drank that I sip
All these beans that I'm gone flip
All these fiends that I'm gone hit
So much shit a nigga can't say
This that shit a nigga gone hate
Outta state making that play
I'm a make it back in two days
I got money stuffed in my jays
Yeah I'm still stuck in my ways
Silver rain making it rain
I perform, I get paid
Uniform in always
Came a long way from them days
Long way from them days
Hell naw we can't squash
Came a long way with these K's
Work just scattered on my floor
Came a long way from that raid
Cops kicking down my door
Came a long way from them raids
I can't fuck with you no more
Came a long way from getting paid
On the East, I get love
On the West, where I was raised
First they see me, they afraid
Now they see me I get praised
I get love from both ways
I don't pick and choose no favs
Let that Glock pick your brain
They gone pick and choose your grave
Gave my cousin the chair
Tryna pick and choose his brain
I don't fight, that's so lame
Nigga you'll get Rocaine
I'm in love with Mary Jane
Bitch I feel like Rick James
Niggas tryna ride my wave
Niggas swerving in my lane
Niggas wearing fake Balmain
You was never gang gang gang
Hell no you can't hang
Rich nigga campaign
Spray yo bitch in champagne
500 dolla bottles
I take 50 dolla swatas
Send a nigga to the guates
I got choppas for them problems
Tell my niggas that I got them
Ain't no niggas fucking with us
Heard the peoples tryna get us
Caught them bitches taking pictures
Niggas snitching, Shit ridiculous
You know all my niggas vicious
Feed a nigga to the fishes
With my trigga finger itching
Got good aim, I ain't missing
Hit a nigga from the distance
Pussy nigga should've listened
Knock the gravy out his biscuit
Put a nigga on a skillet
They'll never know who did it
Tell these hoes no commitment
I got niggas playing with chickens
I got choppers big as midgets
Put a hole in a nigga
Bring a hoe out of a nigga
I don't know a lot of niggas
Had to cut off a couple niggas
Now my bankroll bigger
Ain't no nigga gave me shit
Who gone take care off my OG if I OD in this bitch
I got cold feet in this bitch
Shit get so deep on them trips
NIggas so geeked for them strips
So we gone bleed for the shit
'Cause I'm gone bleed for the shit
I be OT with them strips
Gotta be lowkey in the whip
Don't even smoke weed in this bitch
I got good drank that I sip
All these beans that I'm gone flip
All these fiends that I'm gone hit
So much shit a nigga can't say
This that shit a nigga gone hate
Outta state making that play
I'm a make it back in two days
I got money stuffed in my jays
Yeah I'm still stuck in my ways
Silver rain making it rain
I perform, I get paid
Uniform in always
Came a long way from them days
Long way from them days
Hell naw we can't squash
Came a long way with these K's
Work just scattered on my floor
Came a long way from that raid
Cops kicking down my door
Came a long way from them raids
I can't fuck with you no more
Came a long way from getting paid
On the East, I get love
On the West, where I was raised
First they see me, they afraid
Now they see me I get praised
I get love from both ways
I don't pick and choose no favs
Let that Glock pick your brain
They gone pick and choose your grave
Gave my cousin the chair
Tryna pick and choose his brain
I don't fight, that's so lame
Nigga you'll get Rocaine
I'm in love with Mary Jane
Bitch I feel like Rick James
Niggas tryna ride my wave
Niggas swerving in my lane
Niggas wearing fake Balmain
You was never gang gang gang
Hell no you can't hang
Rich nigga campaign
Spray yo bitch in champagne
500 dolla bottles
I take 50 dolla swatas
Send a nigga to the guates
I got choppas for them problems
Tell my niggas that I got them
Ain't no niggas fucking with us
Heard the peoples tryna get us
Caught them bitches taking pictures
Niggas snitching, Shit ridiculous
You know all my niggas vicious
Feed a nigga to the fishes
With my trigga finger itching
Got good aim, I ain't missing
Hit a nigga from the distance
Pussy nigga should've listened
Knock the gravy out his biscuit
Put a nigga on a skillet
They'll never know who did it
Tell these hoes no commitment
I got niggas playing with chickens
I got choppers big as midgets
Put a hole in a nigga
Bring a hoe out of a nigga
I don't know a lot of niggas
Had to cut off a couple niggas
Now my bankroll bigger
Credits
Writer(s): Romeo Antonio, V Cevalos
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