Tell You the Truth

You fightin' life, sometimes you get lonely
 Cook the beef up, sometimes I get hungry
 The problems that I'm dealin' with is really mental
 Your friends died, we ain't showin' you no sympathy
 Bro, don't sneak diss on Drakeo, he with the shit
 When shells drop, don't got a problem if he hit a kid
 I'm the type that be gone in a jiffy
 I aired the crowd out with all odds against me
 Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
 Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
 Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
 Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
 Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
 Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
 Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
 Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
 You all up in a nigga's face, I don't know nothin'
 He ninety-nine percent tough, he get the whole hundred
 Left a nigga haulin' ass like he stole somethin'
 They sayin' to me the shells took all his clothes from him
 ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me
 The Ruler in the booth, it's gon' be a cold summer
 ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me
 The Ruler in the booth, it's gon' be a cold summer
 Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
 Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
 Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
 Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
 Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
 Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
 Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
 Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
 I'm finna fuck these niggas over with no relation
 A hundred shots on standby, I hope he make it
 Gotta take the trash out, niggas always hatin'
 In my rear is a nigga that's always fakin'
 Killers on standby, they always waitin'
 I'm the nigga from the block where they hardly make it
 I don't play with lil' kids when I'm chit-chattin'
 Since he got a potty mouth, I'ma shit-bag him
 It's a present in the box and I gift-wrapped it
 He tough on his birthday, but ain't shit active
 Twelve shots when they heard 12, they gave him ten after
 R.I.P. bro, he was a good kid actor
 Haha
 Woo, that's heat
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 I was rappin', bro, what you say?
 You didn't see me with the paper in my hand rappin', bro?
 Ah, what'd you say?
 What he say?
 It wasn't worth it, it wasn't and imma tell you what
 If there is a street code, right?
 If there is a street code and there's somethin' so
 So-called as loyalty and everything and no snitchin' and all of that?
 I get it, right?
 Listen, I snitched, I ratted, but who was I supposed to be loyal to?
 If you can't be loyal to me out here in the free world
 And you fuckin' my baby mom
 And while I'm out on tour makin' money for all of us
 You back at home sleep with my baby mom
 Then I get kidnapped and you try to kill me?
 If you can't be loyal to me out here in the free world
 What makes you think if I would've held it down
 You wouldn't violate me in the prison?
 Stab me up, poke me up in my neck, what?
 I'm not gon' lose my life over, over, over no hater
 Over no, yo, you did the wrong thing
 Nah, y'all understand it, y'all don't wanna understand it
 Y'all don't wanna understand it
 But anyway, look
 Imma put it like this, right?
 I love you guys
 Thank you for helping me come back as strong as possible
 I wanna shout out, um
 My lawyer Lance Lazzaro
 I wanna shout out Michael Longyear, um, Jacob Warren, uh
 I wanna say thank you to, you know, the, the
 The judge for, you know, allowing me to come home to my family
 To let me celebrate a birthday out here with my family, you know
 And I appreciate that
 As much as you guys wanna paint me out to be a
 I appreciate every little thing and I didn't do nothin' wrong
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