Truth Hurts
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Walk in the booth and you know that I'm spazzing Laughing at rappers these lil niggas Shaqtin' Stay with a 40 like I'm playing with Haslem Can't date anybody you know that I'm passing She got good head then you know that I'm smashing Bust on her face right after the thrashing Convertible Coupe but a nigga not crashing Go independent my checks they need cashing Feeling amazing this trail that I'm blazing Say Ima rookie but I'm doing the hazing Glock like a son this lil nigga I'm raising I'm blacking I'm flying I feel like a Raven I'm down with the sex but I don't do no dating Still making movies I feel like Wes Craven I walk through the hood see OG's and they praising Career heating up in the kitchen I'm baking Hanging with thugs like I'm rocking with slime This dick like a mountain she started to climb Rapping real good but just wait til my prime Your bitch wasn't bad, but I made her a dime Grew up with dealers surrounded by crime Talking that shit get you shot in yo spine It's gone be a murder if you fucking with mine Go to judge and say add up my time Cut out the snakes they infecting my grass Gotta white shooter I call him lil Nash Clip like a ruler but not in no class Turn you to a pack we stay smoking that gas Play 45s like I'm running with Jazz Defending yo nigga you don't get no pass I call up some hoes they come beat yo ass Winning this race and you coming in last Haters want me gone and I'm feeling like Tory Make you my girl but, you do nothing for me When I was broke you hoes used to ignore me You see that I rap and you wanna adore me Sat on my ass the shit started to bore me Your life is book well I'm ending that story Just want the fame the money the glory In the clutch I'm quick to shoot like I'm Horry Yes I'm killer you don't gotta push me Rapping real good look how fast that it took me Bossing on n***** I'm getting on bully I am not your Lil Baby I don't want your pussy You don't like how I'm rapping then turn down your speaker And f*ck your fake love I'm not sorry don't need ya Took her ass home I don't eat her I beat her Jewels on the floor like a nigga spilled liters Of water I'm balling a vibe flew in my lap and I caught her And tell these old niggas I'm fucking their daughters Flow too cold and you know that I'm skating They still worry about what woman I'm dating Keep it a secret I'm single I'm taken Letting you know so won't be mistaken 2 Door coupe we swerving Talking that shit we pull up in suburbans Glock like a hot plate you know that I'm serving Finger f*ck nina she bussing a virgin No shoes on this rug please don't f*ck up the Persian Cut up his face you would think I'm a surgeon Stock keep rising look how quick that I'm surging Never get caught look how hard they are searching Hollow tip biting he saying it's hurting Ambulance sirens you dying we purging I'm laughing you dying your mama still crying Sent him to hell it's hot now he frying Was talking that shit I'm like why are you trying Seen him on sight then the bullets start flying Great court vision, I got perfect timing Headshot, BOW I knock off his lining Took a lil break never said that I quit Dropping new shit niggas throwing they fits I rap for a reason for money for hits For bands your girl dancing, she doing them splits Yes I'm the truth I'm as real as it gets After you done giving head don't you come for no kiss Never falling off a niggas know I can't can't miss Popping and smoking we all in the stores LSM CTB running up scores Take one of mine we take few of yours They won't let us in so we kicking down doors Blow his brain look like spaghetti on floors I run with the killers the demons the henchmen You come from this side this shit really the trenches Because I got money you seeking attention Riding push start and we revving the engine Pistol whip to ya head reliving the tension Clip with the ruler the longest extension You ain't no killer you better stop capping I hang with the dealers the killers they trapping We can't talk it out nigga ain't no chit chatting Round of applause the AKs they start clapping He was talking that shit now he permanently napping Kick ha her the crib I send yo bitch packing They want me to quit but that ain't gone happen Lil nigga I'll die before I quit rapping Bitch
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