The Truth

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They said it would rain but it's pouring
Many days plenty nights it's been a storm
I done made it so damn far on my own
Walk a mile in my shoes I know they won't
I done learned to put the money over feelings
Grinding over chillen
Silence over speaking
My planting over reaping
I got God as my witness
Don't need second opinions
Won't let em catch me slippin'
Cleaned the oil in my kitchen

I'm the type to put my niggas in position uh
Show em all the vision
And tell em that I'm proud change they life and hope they live it aye
Help a woman's confidence just to boost ambition
And blame it on my household cause I was raised by women aye
I was never feminine but sensitive a little bit
Nigga you can't blame me I seen shootouts as a lil kid
P.T.S.D I was smoking for my benefit
Go body with these niggas touch my face we getting serious
Running from police jumping fences high adrenaline
A lot of things I seen try to haunt me I won't mention em
You can't focus on the struggle tryna touch a million
Yo subconscious gone attract the things you focus on in thinking aye
Never try to beef with niggas over women creeping
Stack yo money get a better one that's really how you beat em aye
If you ever try to burn a bridge with me for reasons
Ain't no turning back around or faking acting like you need me
You gotta see it through just tell me how you really feel
Ain't never lost a nigga that I need my realist still in here
But I done lost a few I'm still praying for they mommas tears
Stack it to the moon for rainy days that's what my father said

They said it would rain but it's pouring
Many days plenty nights it's been a storm
I done made it so damn far on my own
Walk a mile in my shoes I know they won't
I done learned to put the money over feelings
Grinding over chillen
Silence over speaking
My planting over reaping
I got God as my witness
Don't need second opinions
Won't let em catch me slippin'
Cleaned the oil in my kitchen

It was like every single month a funeral visit just for potnas
I was mixing lean and sprite hurting tryna solve my problems
Didn't have a gun in my name riding around with choppas
But I always been a scholar 18 graduated college
19 running of them dollars still been running up my knowledge
In my 20s owning real-estate knew nothing about it
Shout out to my uncle Brandon he the one that helped me prosper
Passive income every month make some music smoke a blunt
Call my shorty tell her make a plate I'm tryna fill my stomach
Hit the studio releasing pain tryna keep from crying
Never let these niggas track ya moves that's how you keep from dying
Haters tryna pluck my feathers cause they hate to see me flying
Well next weekend I'll be inna jet flying through the skies
They opinion never meant a thing I'm picking up my grind
Niggas know I'm great won't say it though they body filled with pride
Everything thing I spit the truth cause I ain't into rapping lies nigga

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