WHAT'S TRUE?
After all of this, what's true?
I've been trying to better myself
But how 'bout you? Yeah
What am I allowed to do?
Trynna put food on the plate
But I guess y'all full, ugh
I know what dad always said
I can tell
Real friends you can count on one hand, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke
Can't ask nobody for shit
Everytime I open up they always close the lid
Now this ain't what I'm supposed to get
Now I deal with trust issues in this hole I'm in
Wanted to make some music
Now I just think you're stupid
You stabbed me in the back and man
Now I'm gon' fucking lose it
Had a song ready for you
I was trynna better you
Who helped you when you were drunk
And didn't know what else to do
I thought we were friends and cool
but I don't know the half of you
You like to embarrass me
Hope you're fucking happy, cool
Think I was harassing you?
Think I wanted sex with you?
Go get some education first
and lose the fucking attitude
Can't help if you can't take a joke
Cuz we always had a laugh
Now I guess you want smoke
Still show mercy, cuz I won't say your name
I don't ever wanna see you in my space
Fuck you
After all of this, what's true?
I've been trying to better myself
But how 'bout you? Yeah
What am I allowed to do?
Trynna put food on the plate
But I guess y'all full, ugh
I know what dad always said
I can tell
Real friends you can count on one hand, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke
You know I always had a dream of us building a team
We could be making a scene
We could be leaving these streets for that luxury
Instead of going to a party we could make us some green
Don't you want your artwork in museums
Don't you want your bars on a show
Don't you want your beats to be used by an artist or friend
So the whole world will know
That you can fucking make it
That you will always slay it
That you are gonna meet and yet be one of the greatest
We can all leave the fake and all of the hatred
You just gotta have the motherfucking motivation
You gotta take it
Deep down, we all have the same grind
We could build us a road
Now I only pave mine
I'm just trynna put a little shine
On every single one of y'all, I need y'all
Cuz this is our time, but
After all of this, what's true?
I've been trying to better myself
But how 'bout you? Yeah
What am I allowed to do?
Trynna put food on the plate
But I guess y'all full, ugh
I know what dad always said
I can tell
Real friends you can count on one hand, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke
I've been trying to better myself
But how 'bout you? Yeah
What am I allowed to do?
Trynna put food on the plate
But I guess y'all full, ugh
I know what dad always said
I can tell
Real friends you can count on one hand, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke
Can't ask nobody for shit
Everytime I open up they always close the lid
Now this ain't what I'm supposed to get
Now I deal with trust issues in this hole I'm in
Wanted to make some music
Now I just think you're stupid
You stabbed me in the back and man
Now I'm gon' fucking lose it
Had a song ready for you
I was trynna better you
Who helped you when you were drunk
And didn't know what else to do
I thought we were friends and cool
but I don't know the half of you
You like to embarrass me
Hope you're fucking happy, cool
Think I was harassing you?
Think I wanted sex with you?
Go get some education first
and lose the fucking attitude
Can't help if you can't take a joke
Cuz we always had a laugh
Now I guess you want smoke
Still show mercy, cuz I won't say your name
I don't ever wanna see you in my space
Fuck you
After all of this, what's true?
I've been trying to better myself
But how 'bout you? Yeah
What am I allowed to do?
Trynna put food on the plate
But I guess y'all full, ugh
I know what dad always said
I can tell
Real friends you can count on one hand, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke
You know I always had a dream of us building a team
We could be making a scene
We could be leaving these streets for that luxury
Instead of going to a party we could make us some green
Don't you want your artwork in museums
Don't you want your bars on a show
Don't you want your beats to be used by an artist or friend
So the whole world will know
That you can fucking make it
That you will always slay it
That you are gonna meet and yet be one of the greatest
We can all leave the fake and all of the hatred
You just gotta have the motherfucking motivation
You gotta take it
Deep down, we all have the same grind
We could build us a road
Now I only pave mine
I'm just trynna put a little shine
On every single one of y'all, I need y'all
Cuz this is our time, but
After all of this, what's true?
I've been trying to better myself
But how 'bout you? Yeah
What am I allowed to do?
Trynna put food on the plate
But I guess y'all full, ugh
I know what dad always said
I can tell
Real friends you can count on one hand, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke, yeah
You don't want gas, you want smoke
Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Bogaart
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