The Truth
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
Walk up in the spot 'cause the block is hot
Tell G man to post up and watch for cops
The opps don' shot some other niggas that they thought was us
So what's up? So when we see 'em, now to plot
Thinkin' 'cause these chicken heads think that I'm gon'
Catch some little feelings, but beside you're damn
You ain't got shit goin' for you, and I mean it
Some California bitches be too deceivin'
Set you up with other niggas, liquors creepin' to my liver
Few gang members and a bunch of drug dealers
Too many moves got my ass stuck in traffic
Some have been active and rumor still has it
They wanna smoke a brotha with six long braids
Some face tattoos 'cause they think I got it made
I hustle for whoever y'all seen me with
If bitches want the dick, rather tell 'em lick the tip
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
It's been 12 long years since I first got started
Robberies and shootings left some Mamas brokenhearted
Friends became enemies, but the crazy part is
Niggas that you put on question where your heart is
Still I'm ridin' out when the homies need it most
Air out some block, I'm finna go ghost
Duckin' out in LA, maybe slide to Mexico
But ain't no coming back from that, I thought I ought to let you know
My mind ain't right sometimes
If you're thinkin', "Damn G, what's wrong with Bishop? Is he drinkin'?"
Too much Hennessy, it's fuckin' up his memories
Sometimes he looks at his homies like they his enemies
Nah, I'm just stuck in my head, the preparation
Prevents poor performance, so don't break my concentration
Know I'm gonna stand ten toes, so if facin'
A whole hood or even the courts, don't test my patience
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
Walk up in the spot 'cause the block is hot
Tell G man to post up and watch for cops
The opps don' shot some other niggas that they thought was us
So what's up? So when we see 'em, now to plot
Thinkin' 'cause these chicken heads think that I'm gon'
Catch some little feelings, but beside you're damn
You ain't got shit goin' for you, and I mean it
Some California bitches be too deceivin'
Set you up with other niggas, liquors creepin' to my liver
Few gang members and a bunch of drug dealers
Too many moves got my ass stuck in traffic
Some have been active and rumor still has it
They wanna smoke a brotha with six long braids
Some face tattoos 'cause they think I got it made
I hustle for whoever y'all seen me with
If bitches want the dick, rather tell 'em lick the tip
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
It's been 12 long years since I first got started
Robberies and shootings left some Mamas brokenhearted
Friends became enemies, but the crazy part is
Niggas that you put on question where your heart is
Still I'm ridin' out when the homies need it most
Air out some block, I'm finna go ghost
Duckin' out in LA, maybe slide to Mexico
But ain't no coming back from that, I thought I ought to let you know
My mind ain't right sometimes
If you're thinkin', "Damn G, what's wrong with Bishop? Is he drinkin'?"
Too much Hennessy, it's fuckin' up his memories
Sometimes he looks at his homies like they his enemies
Nah, I'm just stuck in my head, the preparation
Prevents poor performance, so don't break my concentration
Know I'm gonna stand ten toes, so if facin'
A whole hood or even the courts, don't test my patience
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
I ride, I hang, I bang, I drink, I post, I trip, then dip
I bang, I slang, I shoot, to loot, the truth, is in, my clip
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Bajer, Alex Soria
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