To Tell the Truth

To tell the truth, I feel so lonely, I grab my blicky sometimes
To tell the truth, I still remember when they told me them lies
To tell the truth, I pray for my family, hope God keep me alive
To tell the truth, I almost killed him, but he opened his eyes
To tell the truth, I swear nobody knows my feelings in this styrofoam
Need surgery, my heart is gone No, body would pick up the phone I'm,
Stuck between the right and wrong, if I wanted I could get em gone
They been loving all my recent songs, I can't fake it, my love is strong

I done made my circle small, this for the ones who finna keep it gangsta
This for the human race, this for my bros entangled up with the system they dangerous
Never meant to be famous, this shit for inspiration
Try my best to be patient, but I'm getting tired of waiting
I say it's fuck all of them niggas that done once betrayed me
We was moving shifty in that war, we really earned them stains
It's like my name engraved, they really started war
Look now they digging graves oh ya ya
I just got off the phone with my little shawty, she said I'm the hardest
Everybody tell me I go crazy, but her shits mean more than
All the ones with fake love, that shit get boring

I might not say much out loud, but I just record it
Stepping on the oops, it got my shoes dirty, foot hurting
Had to go back to sleep, I woke up too early, too nervous
Living in this world black it got my shawty worried, too worried

I can't see the picture, cause it's too blurry
Kept it real on this side, know he shocked he got some big eyes
Remember we used to rock the Fila, know he cap, you know that boy lied
He ain't really got no mob ties

I lost my cousin, couldn't say goodbye
I swear we right back on this road again, I'm trying to make it home again
Niggas cap, they really be props for him
Did better, but I still give props to them

No Easter, but he hop with them
They bitches, so we robbing them
They hungry, but we can't starve with them
Dunking on the opps, it's like my name was Tim

I live my life way above the rim
Like a caveman, think I need a trim
Trying to kill me, but your chances slim
Work the block is, like I hit the gym

Cause I came back with some extra weight, but I got off bout a couple pounds
I was really selling brand new stems
Bro them ride with big old rims
Play with the bros, and then we offing them

Big old, big old coffins then
If they on the floor, we get to mopping them
If they standing up, then we socking them
If they running up, we send shots at them

Better back it up, somebody get killed
Really got all of the tools, so you know I had to go ahead and grab my drill
Buddy better stop playing, he get too close I'ma go ahead and take off his grill

Gotta show him that shit too real
Gotta show him that shit too real
Gotta show him that shit too real
Gotta show him that shit too real

Gotta show him that shit too real
Gotta show him that shit too real
Shit too real