Beautiful Truth

Yeah
Cash I Got you
Yeah
Look
It's Tripp

Start the game on Eazy
But I feel like I'm an expert
Fall in love with these beats yeah
I'm just hoping I don't get hurt
I don't like expressing feelings
Now they saying that's the best work
Shorty legs on the ceiling
She let me eat until my neck hurt
I been at the crib
Chilling with the kid
Phone on vibrate
I remember I was 16 losing weight
In and out the Highgate
Random number saying let's meet up
I ain't messing with them blind dates
I got pulled over on the highway
I was moving at a higher rate
That's a fact
That's a fact...
Run it back
That's a fact
I laugh at that
If that was cap
I becoming like a Snapple cap
Damn Shorty I ask for that
Take a hit
And then I pass it back
Smoking strong that Warren Sapp
Say I'm tripping now imagine that
Now I'm in the car sober
Trying to keep my composure
Grab my phone and start recording
Cause I ain't beat for no commotion
I'm putting fire to the bogey
That sour got a different odor
Sorry I don't answer questions
Then they check my name for warrants
Stay cool mama porridge
Feel the fire with my core is
Feeling holy no porpoise
All I do is go forward
Ball hard no forfeits
I ain't trapping where the store is
No more of the Fedora
Safety coverage my insurance
Pleading guilty to the jury
Now my problems Enormous

Hit the road I'm back whipping homey
She was sitting over
Now she's sitting up
Christmas tree sitting in the tuck
Sticky stuff
So I lit it up
Bags fat like Mrs. puff
I'm talking fat Santa in the chimney stuck
I don't talk a lot
But I spit too much
This milk chocolate ain't rich enough

I got two phones in my pocket
One for me one for the sponsor
Yeah I see it when you calling
Told them catch me in the morning
I'm just trying to get some tonsils
I don't eat the dollar ramen
Now we eat a pasta salad
We been coming up at Bally's
Now they say want to comp us
Saucy Dr. spitting vomit
I been talking to my conscious
I was getting too obnoxious
I got caught up with in some nonsense
Loosing blood and went unconscious
Woke up feeling kind of nauseous
Out of breath and exhausted
Loosing all of my colossus
Could've went into a coffin
Doctors almost took my organs
Listen I'm just being honest
609 when call us
Mmm
I'm not in the mood
To do what you do
So I do my own thing
I told the Flow calling my phone
call me no name
that's my code name
Take a brother out the streets
Now we got to work on getting rid of road rage
I'm thinking back to the old days
When I was coping off Jorge
Yeah
I'm going back to the future
Got a vibe like Luther
Smoother than a cruiser
Talk spicy like Cubans
Nickels want to spread rumors
I remain in the cooler
Waking up before the roosters
Not now but sooner
Putting on for my Jr
Really started from the sewer
Now I'm sitting where the moon is

Start the game on Eazy
But I feel like I'm an expert
I fall in love with these Beats yeah
I'm just hoping I don't get hurt
Oh I don't like expressing feelings
Now they saying that's the best work
Shorty legs on the ceiling
She let me eat until my neck hurt

I've been at the crib
Chilling with the kid
Phone on vibrate
Yeah yeah
Got my phone on vibrate
Phone on vibrate
Got my phone on vibrate
Don't call and bother me no no no
Phone on vibrate
At the crib
Got phone on vibrate
I been on the phone
Got my phone on vibrate
Headphones on
Phone on vibrate
Told them leave me alone
Phone on Vibrate Yeah
Aye
Yo Cash It's Done



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Tripp
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