True That

Formally and normally should born to be hood
Sworn to be good, but formed in the mud
I fuck bitches like it's porn in the woods
And dug ditches if no thug snitches
Bet a barrel blast yo brain for bigger buck riches
You outta luck witches get off yo broom
Into yo tomb, if you don't say hey to MF DOOM for me
Then please don't come back
Need that to stick ta ya head like a thumbtack hall corner wall
All 4 on each border, equal distance on the poster
Gettin
Into
To much
Detail
Like when I talk about failing with the females when I send my shot
It miss does not meaning nothing to me
Cause my life is a movie
This the first act
Bout to get to the 2nd
Where I use my spitting as a fucking weapon
Now I'm going off the script and what's written so when I step in
Your direction no intercepting
I don't got bros I got brethren
No foes Is this heaven?
Would I Know, How So?
I damn well know the answer
Thinking bout days in New Hampshire
When my only worry, bringing bitches on my boat
But I wasn't in a hurry, so it's buried, didn't float
Now I gotta think about what can I say to be the goat
Of rapping not knowing if this will even happen
They not gonna call me has been
I'm influencing in the now
And I'm figuring out how
To get my message out right
Don't wanna be a morty sipping 40, no jessica
They say "Nono, what happens just let it bruh"

Fax
True That
Bad bitch in the club wanna screw that
No I'm not as hard as these drugs, I don't do that
Cause I never spew wack
True That