Truth hurts Lyrics

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Same old intuition struggling with good decisions

No more space to wait, if you not sure then nigga wing it

These niggas had some jokes until they saw I wasn't kidding

I'm in cahoots with every single real one in the building

It's pretty hard to fail when you role play your harshest critic

We're here for nothing less than be the hardest in the business

I'm dropping till I'm popping, what the fucks a fifteen minutes

I'm hours in and no where close to finished

They don't really listen to me, they just like to watch they feet stomp

Until I win the popular vote my words ain't worth a Reebok

But leak a couple secrets, watch these pussies yell from tree tops

I'll lose it if I'm here another year to feel the heat drop

I should be in the studio perfecting on my hip pop

Instead I'm with some hoes that hate boom bap, sipping beat box

If they ask what I do, I'm switching topics like the mall shop

I'll tell these hoes the truth when they come clean about they post op's

Next person say I changed, I'm reaching right inside they kiosk and you better not be broke cus I expect you're paid to name muah

They tryna lil bro me without saying it like"big dawg"

Yet minding all my business cus they bullshit didn't take off

I'm really on the edge, I might just snap and push myself off

These"just because" discussions make me wanna shut my phone off

My patience running thin, at least my poker face is still on

But only by a thread. this ain't a life that I can live long

You only get one, take your time and drive slow

Don't miss the best part rushing straight into the pros

Cus ain't no going back once you advance towards the throne

Will I have the time to do me freely I don't know, but I can right now just tell me where you wanna go

To all my past lovers, call me back there's love I owe

And If I can't see you naked, hope I see you at a show

I love to drive in Boston on the weekend when the strips lit

There ain't a single woman that you'll see not wearing lipstick

The lights are always bright, it's like the fourth is till the thirtieth

Just rapping bout the shit practically makes a nigga homesick

I'm not from the city, but no doubt my flow embodies it

David sends me beats because he knows that I Goliath shit

Skinny boy wonder real deal like karate kid

I'm earning rap stripes until my mic is in a tigers fist

But I'm not always chopping shit

I'm not always prepping Grammy speeches out of confidence

Sometimes I just wanna rot my day away in darkness with Clara la san on the Bose

And relive all my highlights through old videos and photos

I'm scrolling, reminiscing, eye fucking fumbled throats, that do Only fans for promo

Them always on the go hoes

Who fly back holidays to justify their visit home, but really coming back to stay because their ten's an LA zero

Ain't no doubt about it, you a problem in the booth

But inside a world of lies, these niggas hate to hear the truth

I'm holding up the mirror, next reflection falls on you

How the fuck am I a hypocrite, I'm looking in it too

I rather awkward silence than a backhanded salute

I'm not running no platoon, I give a fuck about recruits

It's me, myself, and I and no one's bigger than the group

I'm ready right now, what the fuck y'all wanna do

Half a bottle later, I was blind now I see

Young hot shot, cooler than the A/C

Got my drivers license, and been gone since 18

Hurts to tell the truth but lies kill, don't ode

Distractions never sleep when all you have left are your dreams

I wake up everyday in hopes of being a better me

But that's never gonna work till I know who I wanna be