Truth B Told
Chilling with a badass baby, her family line trace back to Haiti
My family line trace back to the mightiest mountains that ever may be
Cerró de la Silla, sippin on sangria
Cuando me rio, ves la sonrisa, los diamantes brillan
Just like the stars, I'm in love with slabs, I like old cars
Got you in awe, the bad bitches know my name from here all the way to Singapore
Sipping on a liter, codiene margarita
I'm the supreme leader, fuckin wit me, you ending ya own career
Before you can beat me, they gon unify both Koreas
Unless you Ice Cold, you can't step foot over here
Wanna touch me, you'd rather count the glitter on a chandelier
Unless you part of my posse, you need documents just to look over here
Son of a bitch, I'm the son of the poor, not son of a rich
I'm the son of a worker, the son of a migrant that wanted they life to switch
That wanted the better, here is my letter, don't make no mistake, yeah
If I shall die young, just know that shit is important to me, it was never in vain
All of the struggle, all the shit that was too hard to juggle
Never took me under, I realize how lucky I am, I could've grown up in a jungle
You escaped the reeking poverty, now you good, that shit so hard to me
Believe me now, all this for you in return, it was never about me
I seen a few things, but Im still nice, I ain't ever like to be mean
You raised me well, I'm not stupid but I do overthink
But the good thing is, I lead naturally, got my own views
Don't want my kids to do the same as me and I never did wanna do the same shit as you
I been hearing shit I done knew a long time ago, nobody thinks for they self, ain't nobody Real no mo'
I'm ahead of my time, Jammin Screw and ya'll still too slow
The beat plays about 60 beats per minute
I would finish up, but I'ma let my homie Kade handle his business
Lemme tell you some facts
This ain't a story tale, not a act
I'm speaking some real shit in this rap
From what I be seeing, I'm dealing with so much crap
No cap, there's a gap
Between the real ones and the wacks
It could be anyone talking smack
Make sure you the only one with yo back
Nowadays people taking things to serious
Freedom of speech became so hideous
And slowly it's increasing
These folks tripping for no reason
I can't believe how easy it is to feed in
Everyone fucking beefing
When are free man
Life is never even
The truth isn't sweet man
It can cut you into fuckin' pieces
Shawty is a demon
Don't believe in
Nothing, yuh
This how shit be, I suppose, I don't know how it was supposed to be
I think about now, what if I never lost those that were close to me
And I never learned the things that now mean most to me
Truth be told, Not even my songs know the facts that I hold close to me
Goddamn, now I'm the man, got a sword where the holster be
I roll a Sedan like it's god plan down through yo street
With the windows down, music up, they should call me senpai the way these bitches Notice me
I feel extra Nice when I hit Jonny up and cop me the coldest piece, I'm out, peace
My family line trace back to the mightiest mountains that ever may be
Cerró de la Silla, sippin on sangria
Cuando me rio, ves la sonrisa, los diamantes brillan
Just like the stars, I'm in love with slabs, I like old cars
Got you in awe, the bad bitches know my name from here all the way to Singapore
Sipping on a liter, codiene margarita
I'm the supreme leader, fuckin wit me, you ending ya own career
Before you can beat me, they gon unify both Koreas
Unless you Ice Cold, you can't step foot over here
Wanna touch me, you'd rather count the glitter on a chandelier
Unless you part of my posse, you need documents just to look over here
Son of a bitch, I'm the son of the poor, not son of a rich
I'm the son of a worker, the son of a migrant that wanted they life to switch
That wanted the better, here is my letter, don't make no mistake, yeah
If I shall die young, just know that shit is important to me, it was never in vain
All of the struggle, all the shit that was too hard to juggle
Never took me under, I realize how lucky I am, I could've grown up in a jungle
You escaped the reeking poverty, now you good, that shit so hard to me
Believe me now, all this for you in return, it was never about me
I seen a few things, but Im still nice, I ain't ever like to be mean
You raised me well, I'm not stupid but I do overthink
But the good thing is, I lead naturally, got my own views
Don't want my kids to do the same as me and I never did wanna do the same shit as you
I been hearing shit I done knew a long time ago, nobody thinks for they self, ain't nobody Real no mo'
I'm ahead of my time, Jammin Screw and ya'll still too slow
The beat plays about 60 beats per minute
I would finish up, but I'ma let my homie Kade handle his business
Lemme tell you some facts
This ain't a story tale, not a act
I'm speaking some real shit in this rap
From what I be seeing, I'm dealing with so much crap
No cap, there's a gap
Between the real ones and the wacks
It could be anyone talking smack
Make sure you the only one with yo back
Nowadays people taking things to serious
Freedom of speech became so hideous
And slowly it's increasing
These folks tripping for no reason
I can't believe how easy it is to feed in
Everyone fucking beefing
When are free man
Life is never even
The truth isn't sweet man
It can cut you into fuckin' pieces
Shawty is a demon
Don't believe in
Nothing, yuh
This how shit be, I suppose, I don't know how it was supposed to be
I think about now, what if I never lost those that were close to me
And I never learned the things that now mean most to me
Truth be told, Not even my songs know the facts that I hold close to me
Goddamn, now I'm the man, got a sword where the holster be
I roll a Sedan like it's god plan down through yo street
With the windows down, music up, they should call me senpai the way these bitches Notice me
I feel extra Nice when I hit Jonny up and cop me the coldest piece, I'm out, peace
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Writer(s): Mario Rivera
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