The Truth

How you like that shit, white, white?

Damn, white, white, white, ah

Niggas switchin' sides, turn they back like a domino

Choppa goin' crazy, all the ladies love my audio

Pushin' for my payments, if you play me

I'll go Mario Super cool for truple, all the nannies, babies all don't know

Fuck, I had to kill it, I'ma drill her with my cardio

Damn, I think she love me, had to touch her through the microphone

Nigga had to tap it like

I'm checkin' if the mic is on Pocket pass, pressure

I'ma steal it if she in my zone

Rose Bowl livin', check the city, all my niggas know

Feel like all those summits, he was runnin', he ain't makin' home

All my niggas thuggish, and we ruggers, cause we need it, bone

Fuck it, we just love it

I'ma do it till they take me home

Choppa, blow your block, a bitch is written

When I make a song, watch me paint a picture with my lyric

You don't see or hear it, bad, I'm out of opera

What the spirit make you niggas fear it?

Tryin' different optics, seein' clearer than

I see in the mirror

Sittin' in a cell, fuck a jail, need my family near her

Choppa, Mrs. Baby, why you niggas didn't hear me?

I had to wet my pillow, cause the devil had me weary

Starin' at the window, paintin' wires, made it blurry

Why, why? Why? Why, why, why, why?

I'm just tryin' to tell you a motherfuckin' story or somethin', okay?

I'm just tellin' you a story about a nigga who started from the bottom

And still at the bottom

And I'm on my way to the motherfuckin' top La

I do a hundred in the rain, you can't feel my pain

I sip tequila from my pot, I'm smokin' with a shame

Hope I can tell you about my demons and you feel the same

These call confessors in my lyrics, how I tell my game

I say God awakens me every day that I'm weak

When I profess, there's no contest

I practice ways that I preach

A different nigga, heavy hitter, cold step in these streets

Hope I can bless you when