The Truth

Can't bury you with your money Can't bury you with your bitch Born alone, die alone Yeah, yeah Yeah, burn the whole place down No more foul plays Housin' mentality, shoot 'em down days Goin' out of town with a couple of pound plays Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage We need a meetin' Money and fame is fleetin' You never really know the reason why two people is beefin' Bloody murder In the '80s he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban Did dirty, his sentence start turnin' Look at life, took advice from the streets of Vernon Nothing Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined Pick an island anywhere for your happy solar returning When I'm gone, I pray my family don't get the cash and burn it To the floor Black 4's laced up Galactica glaciers, 88 karats, immaculate paystubs Them niggas do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it's the same rush And they been sending shots a nigga way, but they ain't struck Can't fuck with me I been outside Since a buck 50 was the only way to get your face done Doggystyle CD turn that "Murder Was the Case" up Thinkin' when I drop my first shit I'm leavin' they face scrunched Black from the dark side of Vernon draws from the dime block They had it clicking but today, it's some new slimes out Instagram trickin' the hood, what they crying 'bout? Petty crimes, bitches and money, that's what they lyin' 'bout Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough No, uh-uh, no Y'all don't look like the truth to us Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough No, no, nigga Y'all don't look like the truth to us Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa Now you got your marching orders This shit will make your mouth water Like food grilled with wood chips Woolrich, button-up flannel Lookin' wolfish my hair wolfin' Central bookings, simple lessons One foot on the curb, one foot in the Lexus My style is eclectic Eat you pussies for breakfast Then I offer refreshments Look all that fly shit y'all harpin' on They'll take a watch from your arm And cops do nothing about it that's what's goin' on Many changes, more racists When I was tourin' the nation with warrants on probation I was a small kid amazed with the thought one day I'd be banking IV from drinkin' Poppy to Abu Dhabi Prolly polly with Saudis Crank the engine on a '74 Chevy Chevelle Shawty friend is a snake I told her her bestie ain't real You gotta watch that As the lobster crack, I spray the Baccarat Your reputation, you can't clean that shit up at no laundromat, sucka See somebody has to say it, the boys still ain't graduated I must say they cap the greatest (be real) My team is mature, the bags are secured Surrounded by addicts addicted to having more Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough No, uh-uh, no Y'all don't look like the truth to us Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough No, no, nigga Y'all don't look like the truth to us Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa