Truth Hurts

There we go, it's Rico Blurry nights, got a hunnid' on me, wok red and a perky kickin Fake pie, got the dudes fallin' Bad bitch but she stay solid Show me who your people, tell you who you is You wasn't fit then why did you go do it Fuck your big homies and fuck who you crewin He gettin' money, yeah, we know, we gettin' money Yeah, he don't play with his nose Now he broke, eleven hundred for the runtz I'ma need few of those We cashin' em all, then it get shipped and it's gone Add a couple points, split then we ball You wasn't pushin' weights check on your form Big dog had a lot to say, then he got bitch slapped, he a lil' puppy I know I'm hard headed with a lot to say but got good backin' I know they gon' hate till you put em position to start stackin Try to keep it real but all fabric Back to the shipment, it all landed Woo, I'm just landin' the plane They robbin' the Brodies Two hundred fifty, I can't get caught like this I'm stayin' low-key, yeah Let my money get reinvested You know that you shouldn't let em Ooh, the true hurts, you still poppin' pills But we popped for real, how this poppin' feel now She got her ass done and her nose fixed She my Barbie doll, I sip lean cause my throat itch Man, I hate them blue withdrawals Rookie of the year in 2020 Everybody got a gun, they ain't really shootin' those Money go, bullet holes They really doubted us Man, I'm so proud of us We really givin' New York, Philly, Chicago, Nevada, love I lost you, I found the bimmir the chain I hate you, the deepest the hate We just maskin' the problems we face Fuck you, we really kings of this I'm an Angelino, so I'm really speakin' championships Twenty-five for the drank, I'ma need a cool off Forty-two, double shot, leave it neat Here's a toast to you, dawg For all of the times you told me I wasn't gon' be shit For all of the times you told me you wasn't proud to call me mine neither Here's a toast to you, dawg Here's a toast to you, dawg