The Truth
I'm too blowed I dont even know a hoe name
And my brodie lost his soul to the dope game
On my o spread a roll to the whole gang
Shorty wanna mix the percs with the cocaine
We some young niggas tryna make it
Rack it up stack figures I'mma lane switch
You don't even know the pressure you dont make sense
See the way they lookin' at me like I'm famous
Say the way they lookin at like I'm Famous
What you sayin' you she want me on her playlist
I'm a demon in the night I feel like Jason
She know I'll slay it, stack paper till the day ends
Lately I been Rolling with my nine
Hold up lil nigga pay me but don't ever pay no mind
Praying for my bro he facing time his mama crying
Shorty acting wild of the white she out of line
She ain't being Cracked enough she acting up
They ain't move the bag for us want packs from us
They ain't lift a hand for us left in the dust
Nigga you should try luck this 30 tucked
I'm too blowed I dont even know a hoe name
And my brodie lost his soul to the dope game
On my o spread a roll to the whole gang
Shorty wanna mix the percs with the cocaine
We some young niggas tryna make it
Rack it up stack figures I'mma lane switch
You don't even know the pressure you dont make sense
See the way they lookin' at me like I'm famous
And my brodie lost his soul to the dope game
On my o spread a roll to the whole gang
Shorty wanna mix the percs with the cocaine
We some young niggas tryna make it
Rack it up stack figures I'mma lane switch
You don't even know the pressure you dont make sense
See the way they lookin' at me like I'm famous
Say the way they lookin at like I'm Famous
What you sayin' you she want me on her playlist
I'm a demon in the night I feel like Jason
She know I'll slay it, stack paper till the day ends
Lately I been Rolling with my nine
Hold up lil nigga pay me but don't ever pay no mind
Praying for my bro he facing time his mama crying
Shorty acting wild of the white she out of line
She ain't being Cracked enough she acting up
They ain't move the bag for us want packs from us
They ain't lift a hand for us left in the dust
Nigga you should try luck this 30 tucked
I'm too blowed I dont even know a hoe name
And my brodie lost his soul to the dope game
On my o spread a roll to the whole gang
Shorty wanna mix the percs with the cocaine
We some young niggas tryna make it
Rack it up stack figures I'mma lane switch
You don't even know the pressure you dont make sense
See the way they lookin' at me like I'm famous
Credits
Writer(s): Malik James-danielson
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