Truth Be Told
Let me start with a offensive statement
Fuck you and everybody in the conversation
always speak for myself don't need delegations
Now they 16th place Champagne facein
Seems to me that they in a daze
The internet got niggas thinkin they won't catch a fade
Trying me that's your first and last mistake
After them shots to the floor is where you'll gravitate
From my mind to they hearts lyrics navigate
It conflicts they soul they
Suppose to hate
No dollar amount can get you to the heavens gate
Come in contact with the real let it change yo fate
These insects get murdered Bars on Pesticides
Hung up on the dick after I nailed her now she crucified
But I am not your savior
Only thing I was I born to save is my paper
School of hard knocks where hustlin is my major
I'm Sick of these candy ass rappers with no flavor
I hate how that fake shit so contagious
Nigga who feel brave meet bullets that courageous
I'm that sick on some bubonic plague shit
Nobody close to em not crooked adjacent
Them charged up couldn't match me at my base shit
So why go against you niggas if my time would be wasted
Truth be told I don't care how you feel
You in my way if you ain't chasing a dollar bill
I ain't dying broke so I gotta keep it real
If you ain't ready for war stay the fuck off the field
I am just a rebel
Yo chain is a stang once I cock the heavy metal
Feins hooked to the base Cuz I be cooking the treble
Flows like a new born baby cuz my deliver special
In the streets ain't no class so why you tryin test em
I was never in the streets but they taught to pack a weapon
To many niggas with Ego so I keep mine for protection
They best at free throws
I shoot better when I'm contested
We are not the same
I been tellin niggas I'm different
It was never hard to notice
If you took the time to listen
Now pay attention
Don't gotta empty clips and reload cuz I'm never missing
Won't catch me rockin with niggas who got ill intentions
I just smoke em like a Incense
Then it's back to business
Am I married to my grind or the music mistress
I'm Committed to both never slip or slackin on my pimpin
No division we conquer all who choose to be opposition
Truth be told I don't care how you feel
You in my way if you ain't chasing a dollar bill
I ain't dying broke so I gotta keep it real
If you ain't ready for war stay the fuck off the field
Fuck you and everybody in the conversation
always speak for myself don't need delegations
Now they 16th place Champagne facein
Seems to me that they in a daze
The internet got niggas thinkin they won't catch a fade
Trying me that's your first and last mistake
After them shots to the floor is where you'll gravitate
From my mind to they hearts lyrics navigate
It conflicts they soul they
Suppose to hate
No dollar amount can get you to the heavens gate
Come in contact with the real let it change yo fate
These insects get murdered Bars on Pesticides
Hung up on the dick after I nailed her now she crucified
But I am not your savior
Only thing I was I born to save is my paper
School of hard knocks where hustlin is my major
I'm Sick of these candy ass rappers with no flavor
I hate how that fake shit so contagious
Nigga who feel brave meet bullets that courageous
I'm that sick on some bubonic plague shit
Nobody close to em not crooked adjacent
Them charged up couldn't match me at my base shit
So why go against you niggas if my time would be wasted
Truth be told I don't care how you feel
You in my way if you ain't chasing a dollar bill
I ain't dying broke so I gotta keep it real
If you ain't ready for war stay the fuck off the field
I am just a rebel
Yo chain is a stang once I cock the heavy metal
Feins hooked to the base Cuz I be cooking the treble
Flows like a new born baby cuz my deliver special
In the streets ain't no class so why you tryin test em
I was never in the streets but they taught to pack a weapon
To many niggas with Ego so I keep mine for protection
They best at free throws
I shoot better when I'm contested
We are not the same
I been tellin niggas I'm different
It was never hard to notice
If you took the time to listen
Now pay attention
Don't gotta empty clips and reload cuz I'm never missing
Won't catch me rockin with niggas who got ill intentions
I just smoke em like a Incense
Then it's back to business
Am I married to my grind or the music mistress
I'm Committed to both never slip or slackin on my pimpin
No division we conquer all who choose to be opposition
Truth be told I don't care how you feel
You in my way if you ain't chasing a dollar bill
I ain't dying broke so I gotta keep it real
If you ain't ready for war stay the fuck off the field
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Writer(s): Austellous Cherry
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