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

Nothin Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined

Pick an island anywhere for your happy soul or return it

When I'm gone, I pray my family don't get the cash

And burn it to the floor

Black 4s laced up

Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight carats, 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 fifty 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 clickin' but today, it's some new slimes out

Instagram trickin' the hood, what they cryin' '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'll 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 take the watch from your arm

And cops do nothin' about it, that's what's goin' on

Many changes, more racist

When I was tourin' the nation with warrants on probation

I was a small kid amazed with the thought one day I'll be bankin'

IV from drinkin', Papi to Abu Dhabi

Prolly polly with Saudis, crank the engine on a '74 Chevy Chevelle

Shorty 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, sucker

See, somebody has to say it, the boy 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