Lyrics:
question to me
I'm on a quest it's on
Never been a what if shoulda coulda would
Every chance been fully took
Stacking up my calendar it's fully booked
and over
Then you wake up
You still can't believe it you
Know why? Cause you was
Lied to by Google! You was lied
To by Mark Zuckerberg! Mark Zuckerberg
You
big up
It's a stick up stick up
May i kick a little something
Crazier than a bag
Of fucking angel dust (Lonjevity)
And the truth is
The truth is hidden
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then, I gotta do what I do
And stay a crooked nigga too
It's all up to you, but until then I gotta do what
tell the truth)
When they see the big chief, see me on the news (just tell the truth)
I done gave 'em natural, give a million blues (just tell
lifetime
Afraid to look within because
Of the truth that I might find
Been fighting with my demons
Draw around them with
White lines
Quest for love but
I'm
gotta do is keep hustlin man, don't ever give up
I don't care what it is, handle yo' biz
Forget about the woulda, coulda, and if I did's
Cause that's
for?
We all need a common cure
That common goal for which you strive
To have more than the other guy
The quest for the truth
The quest for
Assessing the evidence, guessin its evident
By my sentiment (that I'm)
Guest list, top tier, 10 ladies, big mercedes
All my fans in the front wildin, yeah
sell out and find a quick way out
By selling poison to another
Poison for pay rotts the brain away
Caught in the devil's trap
Some call it dope, some
both want more
I'll give in a minute
Stay close by and wait 'til the truth comes up
I don't want change, we can't ignore
We've given it a minute
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
[Interlude: Big Moe]
It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
[Interlude: Big Moe]
It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them
is true
So find a place to get comfortable and I'll share it with you
This story started in a garden that was haunted by grace
Lovingly formed by
through the good
And the bad, and the ugly
Give it up, for the fact
That The Lord in the house
And, I can praise Him in Spirit
And truth on my couch
Give it
and to The Bay
It be them Cowboys
And they ready to play
They live in the spotlight
And feed off the hate
They driven by the critiques
And they refuse to break
had enough of reading things,
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians,
All I want is the truth,
Just give us the truth,
No short haired,
than they appear
And the truth can be hard to swallow, depends on the size of the pill
And by the looks it's about the time that you had your
Mmh
Mh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, no, oh, no
Whoa, oh, no
Whoa, no, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, no
It ain't all good and that's the truth
Things ain't
Mmh
Mh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, no, oh, no
Whoa, oh, no
Whoa, no, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, no
It ain't all good and that's the truth
Things ain't
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way,
(Chorus)
If you want more happy than your heart will hold
If you want to stand taller if the truth were told
Take whatever you have, and give it
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