Lyrics:
Unh! Unh! Unh! Yo, yo!
Waking up, cold in my eyes
Two phillies ready rolled on the dresser
My chick hatin', I won't stress her
Probably get her mad
No cap no cap kno tha
By any means necessary nigga
Know we ballin without a team
Let go
Know I can ball with no team
No team
Robbing got racks in my
Our story's written in the sky
You can shoot me down
But you're never gonna hide the truth
'Cause words are bulletproof
Tear it down, rip it up
Fan
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
come from nothin'
And I did it by myself
I'm self made
I ain't ever ever had no help (no help)
I just bought a coupe
Just to flex on you
'Rari,
back now, the story's over, ink is dried
Another day, another brick, another stage, another chick, another raise, another lick Another taste, another
not reading her mind
I'm reading her looks and reading these books
I don't know the whole truth, just my own truth
Everything is borrowed, no one owns
by
I'm pretty handsome but believe I've got a bad side
My chick's annoying, acting moody like she's Mad-Eye
Should probably cut her off, burn the not,
guided by the Lord
By the Lord
Two sides to a story
Tell me can you hear me now
I ain't front no jury
They just tryna to bring you down
I ain't never been
remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
tell us half the story, but they never start from the beginning
An ugly truth for sure, but it is what it is, you know
21 hundred years ago we moved
I'm out the loop
Sittin' at these stats, but I'm much taller hoppin' at the crew
Real nigga, I can't speak it if it's not the truth
No, fuck
with my enemy
Troubled youth Trauma got me looking for the troubled truth
Grew up driving two seaters Now I'm driving double coups
Troubled troop would
to run to when my whip was up for repossession
Estranged by many, but never a stranger to pressure
Amanda the closest thing I know to an angel investor
No
heard it all,
I'm going insane,
But ain't going towards the fall.
[Bridge 2]
Got the passion of a million rappers wrapped up in one,
Oh no, man I
of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo,
, it'll hurt less, I guess
Just tell me the truth, it'll hurt less, I guess
I'm numb to the pain, there's no fire, there's no burn
The house down
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
too lit
Here I go actin' too rich, here I go with a new chick
And I know what the truth is, still playin' after two kids
It's a lot to digest when
Right now
Only beats by the pound
Getting down on the drum
Here we come
With the song
On the microphone
Let me show you what im all about
Let me show you
cross at the end
Get left like a dodger that how we rocking
Two steps ahead young man Ain't no time for no plotting
Wish upon a star Gazing from afar
and Out the Group like Eddie, Its ZNights likes I wish I could just End this.. Holdin steady and im Maintainain, cll this Pain and No Gain it Cant Be
controlled by my crew
I got my juice everytime I smoke my zoot
I got the juice and I'ma pass it to my youth
I got the juice juice juice juice
Witness the truth
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
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