da truth

I'm the realest, I'm the villain, I'm the villain in this bitch, the villains be hatin

Cause they all my fuckin' dick, they can't be what I be, I'm big GMB shit, can't fuck

With me, you a eewee lil' dad, like bitch, I'm high, don't even touch the sky, my ceiling

Feel too high, I can't even get that high, goddamn I wanna lie, I almost fuckin' cry

Damn I almost die, we crash the cars guys, are always trippin', can't even think

About bitches, I'd rather think about pills, than think about new missions, like this shit

Feel like Christmas, when I'm openin' up them packages, huh, I'm four horsemen in my bag

Bitch, my knife be stabbin' all these niggas cappin', my back be filled up with them grapses

Grapses, I don't fuck with the patches, no dutches, I'd rather roll a swish of back bitch

I fuck your back bitch, I fuck that back bitch, back the exit, baby on Texas, she fuckin