Truth Be Told

Truth be told I can't live without that paper
And if that money calling ima have to see you later
I got fans I got haters I don't debate on the internet
Real niggas ain't into that
They won't say it twice they took it back
I know some niggas with some straps
I know some niggas in the trap
I know some niggas who just rap
I know some niggas who gone clap
I know some rats just want they cheese
Won't think twice bout crossing me
Watching me I get the fee
Hate turn into jealousy
When shit hit the fan niggas ran they ain't think bout me
I can't play around cause you know I play for keeps
Stack that bread up for weeks gotta keep it by the piece
Keep some mo' in my jeans
I'm still counting in my dreams

Thinking bout the life I wanna live
Everything I had to give
Life ain't perfect but its real
I just made it what it is
Stacked my coins and then I doubled up
If you ain't bout yo bread then you cannot hang with us
They say that time is money and you know I gotta get it
I can't waste a minute I can't spare a second
Million on my checklist
Can't be living reckless
Stack that bread up like tetris
Spend it on investments
I've been on the road
Money call I gotta go
I will never sell my soul
Say my prayers keep a pole

Truth be told I can't live without that paper
And if that money calling ima have to see you later
I got fans I got haters I don't debate on the internet
Real niggas ain't into that
They won't say it twice they took it back
I know some niggas with some straps
I know some niggas in the trap
I know some niggas who just rap
I know some niggas who gone clap
I know some rats just want they cheese
Won't think twice bout crossing me
Watching me I get the fee
Hate turn into jealousy
When shit hit the fan niggas ran they ain't think bout me
I can't play around cause you know I play for keeps
Stack that bread up for weeks gotta keep it by the piece
Keep some mo' in my jeans
I'm still counting in my dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Tara Britt
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