T.R.U.E

These niggas think they nice you gots to be kidding
Until they face life and now they got 'em in prison
I knew he was a rat this nigga gots to be squealing
Telling on plugs with drugs and he's not even dealing
He ain't my bro he a ho so stop with ya feelings
Cuz niggas talk tuff until they constantly snitching
These rappers do the most for all the clout and attention
You couldn't walk in my shoes you could not even fit it
I dig it you try to fit in so you copy the image
You see the nice Hummer the color broccoli or spinach
Looking up to the hustlas all the robbers and killas
Said you was riding out but niggas not even with it
Yeah that boy lying like Pinocchio
It's time to seperate the real from the phonies yo
You ain't cuz that nigga ain't really locing yo
You ain't Blood wasn't banging for the homies yo
Where I'm from niggas gotta have them things cocked
When it's beef we just grip the heat we don't need cops
We cut ya ass come with Swagg bitches ease drop
Please stop you wearing skinny jeans with pink socks
People treat you differently cuz you mentally changed
I keep it gudda but I'm stuck in my gentlemen ways
I don't care if they fuck with my music lyrically
When you was fucking up ya future I was doing history
Niggas claiming they loyal but never follow thru
I ain't chasing hoes cuz I'm all about the loot
Pulling up out the blue rocking two chains
Shawty see the piece I could make her mood change
I was in the booth when I drop Wu Tang
Working on my mixtape now I'm doing new thangs
Bitch nigga you a bird like a vulture
These rappers nice with words but fucking up the culture
Mark my words I spark my erb
All these hating ass niggas getting on my nerve
I was heavy in the trap posted on that curb
Spit crack on the track and they all got serve

T to the R to the U to the E yo
Got the heart of a lion but I ain't a leo
Nigga ima aries my shoes cotton candy
All these rap niggas walking round with a ego



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Writer(s): Jacob Jackson
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