Straight To The Truth Lyrics

Understand I make mistakes

And I don't mean to be a burden

Not a scam, it's in your face

Why would I lie and say I'm hurtin

Feel like I'm runnin' low on blood

My heart was stabbed, you see these wounds

You see these cuts, this shit been tough

Ain't no facade what I been through

Been an artist

I need Basquiat's in every room

Roll Biscotti, sippin Tris

That's just for letting loose

You claim that I'm the one you loving

Girl I need to get yo everything

Floatin' on this beat

When you hear me

Could tell Vault levitatin

Ease ya mind, let's elevate

You smokin' with the heavyweights

Half a p of reefer, out the Hershel

How I medicate

No rehearsal, let me demonstrate

Freestyle these verses

When I'm on the track

Know Vault gone set the record straight

Chirp there go the phone

Feel like this perfect timing

Cause in this world I feel alone

So I just hurt in silence

I feel The Reaper lurkin

So let me close the curtains

Raw emotions on this line

Got tears flowing just like these verses

Elevation of my spirit, know I'm God's son

That 5.56 had damn near hit

Feel like I dodged one

Know I was raised right

Stand tall on my ten, ain't got no stage fright

Was broke and hongry

Can't forget them days right

See now I got it made right

Gettin' all that shit I dreamt of

The reason I had waited for that 115

And sat up on the bench for

Vault make 'em feel some type of way

And change the look up on they face

Fine china in the dining room

Nigga we came from paper plates

Yes today it's safe to say that

Vault came in, I'm here to stay

Where y'all hoes was at

Bitch I was broke as fuck

From state to state

Now this trap phone jumpin

Had to tell Mi Gente, Andale

Goin' out the way

Just for the hate

These niggas find a way

Gone bring these niggas hell

We just tryin' to make it to heaven

Gotta buy my fam some new shoes

My brudda nem been steppin

I'm connected, just like Bluetooth

The trappers get the message

Vault was raised around Brookhaven

But this Smith'n, from the West End

Shot through the wall

We in the street with smoke

Them niggas ain wan kill me

Be honest, you just want some clout

Some pussy ahh Luh bitches

Switches on these Glocks

We don't shoot at the opps

We whip 'em

Call my dawg, just got the drop

Sent 'em on a mission to sick 'em