The Truth, Pt. 2 (Interlude)
Yea Yea Yea
Whoa...
Ah, see
Yo the boy's getting badder
Good on the mic don't get it mixed up like tie-dye
An mc coming for me must wan die
Magician cos on the mic mans doing wonder
Ah
Been away but I been cooking cheffin
John Cena how they didn't see this
Only one Bublin you can't be me
If they did you what they did me
Trust me you would never come out this clean
Ohhh. shit
God keeps blessing me so everyday I'm screaming o shey
Steal my flows I'm stealing yo chick
Answer is NO if you ain't talking no cheque
Ah
Dropping Bangers and bangers
Must've thought this was December
I'm Gucci when me and my Gs together
Not talking ASUU when I say I'm 'bout to call my strikers
You know how that shit goes
Hey (yeah!)
You know you don't want smoke
What!?
You know I ain't gat to post
See me yelling goals goals
And If you hating on me
Just know
Ain't worried bout you
I'm busy with me
I'm counting my cheese
I'm hitting these licks
I don't like her she cheap
They telling me chill
I'm bringing more heats
Ah See
Ain't got time for no fuckery
Come close then am bussing
Never saw myself in no office
But trust me I been bossing
Yea yea I'm the truth nigga
I been living in the booth nigga
Don't come close who are you nigga
Don't bro me I don't like niggas
Everybody Real
Till it's time Nigga
Hardest right now don't be adamant
If she's feeding you lies don't be Adam, man
Apple of your eye then I took a bite
I just hope you understand what I'm saying man
Whoa...
Ah, see
Yo the boy's getting badder
Good on the mic don't get it mixed up like tie-dye
An mc coming for me must wan die
Magician cos on the mic mans doing wonder
Ah
Been away but I been cooking cheffin
John Cena how they didn't see this
Only one Bublin you can't be me
If they did you what they did me
Trust me you would never come out this clean
Ohhh. shit
God keeps blessing me so everyday I'm screaming o shey
Steal my flows I'm stealing yo chick
Answer is NO if you ain't talking no cheque
Ah
Dropping Bangers and bangers
Must've thought this was December
I'm Gucci when me and my Gs together
Not talking ASUU when I say I'm 'bout to call my strikers
You know how that shit goes
Hey (yeah!)
You know you don't want smoke
What!?
You know I ain't gat to post
See me yelling goals goals
And If you hating on me
Just know
Ain't worried bout you
I'm busy with me
I'm counting my cheese
I'm hitting these licks
I don't like her she cheap
They telling me chill
I'm bringing more heats
Ah See
Ain't got time for no fuckery
Come close then am bussing
Never saw myself in no office
But trust me I been bossing
Yea yea I'm the truth nigga
I been living in the booth nigga
Don't come close who are you nigga
Don't bro me I don't like niggas
Everybody Real
Till it's time Nigga
Hardest right now don't be adamant
If she's feeding you lies don't be Adam, man
Apple of your eye then I took a bite
I just hope you understand what I'm saying man
Credits
Writer(s): Ogundeyi Sherif
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