Truth in the Lies

Me and my nigga like two peas in a pod,
We beef on the spot, or leave it to God,
Turn the other cheek,
Theres's no peace for the opps,
You man are wankers,
The only time you're beating it off
We should be bankers,
Must've thought my niggas lumberjacks
Because the way they're getting P's from a log,
Or shotting trees to your spot,
Now that's a reason to chop,
Nigga your street isn't hot
You haven't been on the block, test me,
You haven't seen what I got,
A dream and a shot,
Some niggas just believe with a pot,
Receiving it soft and making it hard,
She finna take off her bra if
I don't play with her heart
Bitch, you've been getting played from the start
But for my niggas that's close,
You can't take us apart,
I think therefore I am,
I got the brain like Descarte, so,
I don't give a fuck about my place on the charts,
This is the state of the art,
Instantaneous response if you make a remark,
I used to stay in the dark,
You only can't because you say that you can't, (yeah)
You see it in my work
I don't say that I'm smart (yeah)
And if it ain't credit or debit
I ain't playing with cards that I was dealt with
Every night I'm thinking how will I die
Will it be before my life sees the fruits of my grind,
Will I die to a knife on these roads in the night
And by a guy who's tryna make it out just like I cause

I don't want no one to see me cry
But there's a window to my soul when you see these eyes,
And in my soul there's my morals that will lead this life,
And in my morals I'm thinking is it kill or die
It's like I'm rolling a dice on the grind,
It's a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye,
And I ain't turning no cheek if they ride on my guy,
My slimes trapping so he's really got his life on the line

And if a neek's onto my killy I ain't beefing a punk,
Cause when he say shotgun
He mean the seat in the front,
In a church band only time he's beating a drum,
And if he takes it online then I ain't tweeting him once,
Are you dumb
I can't trip, so I'm tying up my shoe lace,
This bitch got a smooth waist and a cute face,
Liked them petite, now a nigga's got a new taste,
Over 18, then send my nigga a few shapes
Cop a necklace from selling grub, that's a food chain
She got a screwface, calling me the new Dave,
Trust me if it ain't kick ball then it's move weight,
Youtes gonna be like Clavish eating off a blue plate
And it's time to quit calling it quits,
And falling to bits,
When niggas talk balling my fists,
Can't run, jog, walk, then I'mma crawl to be rich,
Money's clouding up my thoughts I put my all into this
I'm the quietest in the room, it's in the booth when I shine
Bitches trying to be my boo, I see the truth in their lies,
Niggas dying for niggas who would never do any crime
Go through any time
Or shoot to back their crew with a bine
Got a girl I'm tryna pursue but keep a few on the side,
To get loose and do what we do but I don't use them to wife
Because them bitches only partying smartwhipping as the years go,
I keep it hundo so they ain't ever seen my tears flow

I don't want no one to see me cry
But there's a window to my soul when you see these eyes,
And in my soul there's my morals that will lead this life,
And in my morals I'm thinking is it kill or die
It's like I'm rolling a dice on the grind,
It's a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye,
And I ain't turning no cheek if they ride on my guy,
My slimes trapping so he's really got his life on the line