II. The Truth Lyrics

The truth they can't get w it

These niggas be hypocrites

I just been worried bout money

She had to tell me

Da Dick made illiterate

I thought that Shi was so funny

Juice hmu for a bag

Turn it to designer

I told em im coming

I swear dat I love me a mission

I got on my tech

And they see me runnin

They getting suspicious

How tweezy be rappin and makin dem beats

I tell 'em get off a my meat

I don't got no patience to speak

Ain't getting money den leave

Me and young keez smoke loud inna east

See xo inna west

They know im the best

But fuck it regardless I'm gettin a check

You look like a slave w dat chain on yo neck

Shi but I might just go take it

Just hand dat shi over I ain't tryna break it

The shi dat I went through just so I could make it

Was prolly da only time I felt forsaken

Havin my way w the money

I stay from da industry

Makin dem plays w a rapist

The shi is distasteful

Dat Shi is disgusting

That isnt my part I ain't finna play it

Im chasin peso like cartel

Shot like im Curry not Wardell

Pushin weight like it's a barbell

My mom inna back sayin oh well

Niggas be bitches I ain't tryna hop inna Stu w a Nigga who ain't on my level

We just ran a train on meghan

She wanted does base ain't give her no treble

We smokin dis pot I ain't talkin kettle

Me and my niggas pull up like rebels

The way that I'm pushing deez foreigns

Like dis Shi a stoly you nigggas be pushing dem Rentals

They ask me why I don't like mumblin i had to tell Them the lyrics is mo sentimental

She say dat I look familiar

I tell lil baby that Nothing is

Coincidental

The truth they can't get w it

Niggas be hypocrites

I just been worried bout money

She had to tell me

Da Dick made illiterate

I thought that Shi was so funny

Juice hmu for a bag

Turn it to designer

I told em im coming

I swear dat I love me a mission

I got on my tech

And they see me runnin