Truth Be Told

I can't get booked up by the feds before I get booked for a show

Everything happens for a reason, yeah that's just something you gotta know

You gotta show me you the one before I put you up in vogue

I don't need that shit around me, if you ain't bout a bag then go

Why the ones you think is solid always be the ones to fold

They say they never gon' let you down but for some ricks they get you rolled

For them racks they stab yo' back, man that shit been getting old

I got the biggest chance to go and get them bands the truth be told

They always seem to stab my back, too scared to do it to my face

Like a disease or something, my type of talent, that's a rare case

Under pressure I won't fold, no I wouldn't even dare to break