Truth
Damn, hey
Migo, damn, hey
Damn, hey
Hey, damn, DeNiro
Hey, DeNiro
I was the one that was fucked up my nigga
I had to go get me a bag
And I don't got time for none of these bitches
They just tryna throw me that ass
And I don't got time for none these niggas
I'm too busy chasin' da cat
Same niggas who livin' back then, they tryna come back from the past
So I just load up my MAC
Then I just smoke on that gas
And when I sit back and just think on it
My nigga, they really don't wanna 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 with sticks out the back, damn, hey
Hold up lil' homie (damn)
Heard these niggas say I got a check
But last time I checked, I'm still in the hood, and I got a 'Vette
But lemme just guess
You'll hear anything and roll with next
But if you insist
You know that I started out servin out tenths (damn)
Bought me a bale
Then bought me scale, I'll pull up and serve you this threat
Bought me some guns then I bought a bond
My nigga, I'm feelin' like jack
He watch his tounge, I grabbed his lung
My nigga, I just got him wacked, damn
I put my life on this track
Everything I say is facts (damn)
We get 'em in, and we get 'em gone
I cannot talk on the phone (nope)
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 (damn)
Everything I say the realest
Nigga, my pot you can feel it
Been stayed in my bag, nigga, this taste like Henny
Get on yo' grind, serve out yo' feelings (fuck 'em)
You don't got time to be chillin' (no)
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 (nope)
Nigga, I'm runnin from 12 (gone)
Nigga, I bounced off the scale
'Cause these niggas snitchin', they gon' wanna tell
I had it all, then nigga, I failed (damn)
Nigga, don't ask how it feel (no)
Nigga, you cap on your bills
You stuck at the crib and can't get a lift (damn)
This is for real, hey, nigga you playin' the field
Nigga, you know you get killed, damn hey
This is for real, hey
This is for real, damn
Everything I say, my nigga, you know this shit is for real, hey damn
Migo, damn, hey
Damn, hey
Hey, damn, DeNiro
Hey, DeNiro
I was the one that was fucked up my nigga
I had to go get me a bag
And I don't got time for none of these bitches
They just tryna throw me that ass
And I don't got time for none these niggas
I'm too busy chasin' da cat
Same niggas who livin' back then, they tryna come back from the past
So I just load up my MAC
Then I just smoke on that gas
And when I sit back and just think on it
My nigga, they really don't wanna 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 with sticks out the back, damn, hey
Hold up lil' homie (damn)
Heard these niggas say I got a check
But last time I checked, I'm still in the hood, and I got a 'Vette
But lemme just guess
You'll hear anything and roll with next
But if you insist
You know that I started out servin out tenths (damn)
Bought me a bale
Then bought me scale, I'll pull up and serve you this threat
Bought me some guns then I bought a bond
My nigga, I'm feelin' like jack
He watch his tounge, I grabbed his lung
My nigga, I just got him wacked, damn
I put my life on this track
Everything I say is facts (damn)
We get 'em in, and we get 'em gone
I cannot talk on the phone (nope)
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 (damn)
Everything I say the realest
Nigga, my pot you can feel it
Been stayed in my bag, nigga, this taste like Henny
Get on yo' grind, serve out yo' feelings (fuck 'em)
You don't got time to be chillin' (no)
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 (nope)
Nigga, I'm runnin from 12 (gone)
Nigga, I bounced off the scale
'Cause these niggas snitchin', they gon' wanna tell
I had it all, then nigga, I failed (damn)
Nigga, don't ask how it feel (no)
Nigga, you cap on your bills
You stuck at the crib and can't get a lift (damn)
This is for real, hey, nigga you playin' the field
Nigga, you know you get killed, damn hey
This is for real, hey
This is for real, damn
Everything I say, my nigga, you know this shit is for real, hey damn
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Writer(s): Adarious Smith, Jamicheal Benson, Dedrevian Mcdonald
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