What Is The Truth Lyrics

What is the truth?

I want no more lies, man I get it

A lot of guys ain't no more important than no name fries but I'm different

My actions took a long long long time to get active

And my muscles took a long long while before ever becoming attractive

Gluteus maximus looking massive

Some wonder why I ain't posting on only fans

Look, I'm keeping it covered

Ones in the past who've seen me uncovered never recovered

My god might be mad if I posted it for the world to discover

My body is too beautiful for an interpersonal lover

Too divine for the slow mind so I'm moving along

They ain't wanna listen when god's out here singing a song

Too caught up in a world from moving along

Poor birds be singing out their hearts like they popping a lung

Nobody heard

Oh my crud just give me the crap and spill out the facts

I can take it my homie just fuckin relax

I need more knowledge to fill in the cracks

I see a bigger picture but in detail I lack

Personal achievement awards are becoming a stack

I ain't comparing to anyone but myself who's looking back

I ain't even celebrating till my dark past fades into black

Back of the room is where they all at

But I flick the lights on to remind myself why I'm where I'm at

New passions are what's keeping me grounded

New skills acquired are what's keeping me entertained

While y'all bored out of your mind looking to blame I'll be comin a mane while y'all still out here be looking the same

Fuck

Pleading they needing coffee and cigarettes to get their mornings started

Mind blown at the amount of cars on idle at Tim's at times I think they must be retarded

Weak minds are what stay broken hearted

Wack

Eight Cylinders popping in my eighty seven three fifty

None of my brothers could legally slide out with me

But I'm whippin it tight while she holdin my home behind me screwed to the wall

She ain't nothing fancy

On my own cause I feel like I do better solo

My need to control won't let others follow

I'll carry my own don't you touch my cargo

Accidents happen I just can't risk no fumble

I got valuables so

My briefcase is full of surprises right now it's carrying my nicest

New metal my first handle that requires a license

Clips full and your soul is about to be absent

Don't make me do it

Bad intentions is not my favorite idea

Knock you flatter than a carpet display at ikea

The ones who think I don't know man I can see you

Better change your mindset ain't no money will free you

A lack of sleep could get me depressed

But Suicidal thoughts never come in to test, my own personal will is proably one of the best, but sometimes I wonder if I never got any rest

Eight hours

Yeah

There ain't not stopping that Vincent, and his Van go

I apologize if I seem different the next time you see me I'm okay though I'm just constantly mentally and physically evolving

Yeah

Open hearts cause I love conversations that lead into solving

Other brothers quietly see their happiness is dissolving I could never be them That shit is so haunting

The devil smiles whether or not you give into taunting

It's chili, you feel that?

It's cold out here they say, we're living in fear

The more you let go of the wheel the government steers

I'm not weak by shedding a tear

My heart just oozes till clairity clears

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

One of the things I hate the most is

When people take my kindness for weakness

Like brother I know what the deal is

I just thought you were here to be honest

Honestly it can't be that hard to be modest

For real

I guess I see how it really is

Woke mediums making media fizz

All dollars seep from controversial bizz

We're all worth money in many of bids

Yeah, last one

The commander to conquer their squander to wonder

Rich with time so he walks to the yonder

Ritch with time so he sits down to ponder

What is the truth?