The Truth

(album: Magic - 2021)

Can't bury you with your money
Can't bury you with your bitch
Born alone, die alone
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, burn the whole place down

No more foul plays
Housing mentality, shoot 'em down days
Going out of town with a couple of pound plays
Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage
We need a meeting
Money and fame is fleeting
You never really know the reason why two people is beefing
Bloody murder
In the '80s, he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban
Did dirty, his sentence start turning
Look at life, took advice from the streets of Vernon
Nothin Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined
Pick an island anywhere for your happy soul or return it
When I'm gone, I pray my family don't get the cash and burn it to the floor
Black 4's laced up
Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight carats, immaculate paystubs
Them niggas do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it's the same rush
And they been sending shots a nigga way but they ain't struck
Can't fuck with me
I been outside, since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done
Doggystyle CD, turn that "Murder Was The Case" up
Thinking when I drop my first shit, I'm leaving they face scrunched
Black from the dark side of Vernon, draws from the dime block
They had it clicking but today, it's some new slimes out
Instagram tricking the hood
What they crying 'bout?
Petty crimes, bitches, and money, that's what they lying 'bout

Niggas ain't telling the truth enough (No, uh-uh, no)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa)
Niggas ain't telling the truth enough (No, no, nigga)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa)

Now you got your marching orders
This shit will make your mouth water
Like food grilled with wood chips
Woolrich, button-up flannel
Looking wolfish, my hair wolfing
Central bookings, simple lessons
One foot on the curb, one foot in the Lexus
My style is eclectic
Eat you pussies for breakfast
Then I offer refreshments
Look all that fly shit y'all harping on
They take the watch from your arm
And cops do nothing about it, that's what's going on
Many changes, more races
When I was touring the nation with warrants on probation
I was a small kid amazed with the thought one day I'll be banking, IV from drinking
Papi to Abu Dhabi
Prolly polly with Saudis
Crank the engine on a '74 Chevy Chevelle
Shorty friend is a snake
I told her her bestie ain't real
You gotta watch that
As the lobster crack, I spray the Baccarat
Your reputation, you can't clean that shit up at no laundromat, sucker
See, somebody has to say it, the boy still ain't graduated
I must say they cap the greatest (Be real)
My team is mature, the bags are secure
Surrounded by addicts addicted to having more

Niggas ain't telling the truth enough (No, uh-uh, no)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa)
Niggas ain't telling the truth enough (No, no, nigga)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa)