My Truth

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I said I want it all, but right now I feel like just f*ck it all
I just want some real love, I want her to need me
I want a bitch that's gonna study me and not just read me
For real, that's some real shit right there
I rather love you than trust you cause, that trust gonna get you killed first
All my niggas dying, that's the reason why I feel cursed
I was only twelve when I jumped off that porch, head first
Before I pay that bounty, imma make sure that you dead first
My uncle a killer, he killed niggas
My father good with the tool, I know that he drilled niggas
We don't wear the same size, don't ask me if I feel niggas
I wrote this one for the streets, mail it to all my real niggas
And we do pop ups at niggas door, leave em dead at their residence
I wonder why he get that bond, if they ain't find no evidence
All my niggas riding tints, we move like the President
Can't hang around me if you broke, I love counting presidents
I heard I was looked for, it ain't hard to find me
Tell whoever, they just better kill me when they find me
I can't trust a bitch, cause the last bitch tried to lie on me
I'm still in the hood, cause all my niggas died here and it reminds me
Like f*ck it I need a bag, time flying by slow
Like f*ck, naw I need it fast
Tired of riding in Buicks, trying to cop me a Massi
Free my nigga he doing time, he just caught him a body
I got like a million sins, I'll go to Hell probably
I'm Gay and Muslim, I accept myself I say it proudly
I hate talking to Sammy now, I know that he ain't proud of me
I left the streets alone, when pop comes home I hope he proud of me
How you judging me, cause he created me
You should go to Hell too, at Four AM made Salat to Allah that's who I hail to
The O still Shiemy world, nigga all hail you
I wished you stayed around, cause there's so much I gotta tell you
Like all these niggas weird and all these niggas funny
Gave my all to that girl and she left me, I feel like a dummy
Nowadays I can't trust a bitch, they can keep the ones with money
Nowadays I be rocking carats, I'm attracting all the bunnies
Two K for my jersey, I ain't talking basketball
And to all the ones who done switched up on me, I ain't mad at y'all
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry, yeah I swear I want it all
F*ck the fame, I just wanna make some millions for my dog
I see shit that don't be there, I ain't tripping am I dog
Ops said they called me out, I ain't slipping am I dog
Said that girl wasn't shit, I ain't listen, did I dog
I said I want it all but right now, I just feel like f*ck it all
I just want some real love, want her to need me
I want a bitch that's gonna study me and not just read me
We in public and I can't get none, so tease me
When we in bed and we all by ourselves, just please me
I might cook it, I don't trap it, but I sold one time
Appreciate the ones you got, you only getting one mom
Appreciate the one you got, you only getting one dad
Appreciate the shit you own cause that's what others wished they had
I'm an Angel from Hell, you won't understand my pain
I don't to even go to the club, but I make it rain
All these niggas do is swerve, tell 'em stay in they lane
I'm never gon forget that day my shirt had blood as a stain
Uh Huh
Numb as shit, I fell numb as shit
I'm smoking all the time a nick don't really get me high
So I smoke like two or three dimes
I'm an artist, I paint a picture with my words, I don't rhyme
And I ain't Optimus, but I swear to God I'm in my prime
Went away from the crib, I slept on somebody's roof
Everything that I said in this song, is the truth
My niggas died from a bullet, wished they were bullet proof
Nowadays, I see my niggas on, no guns under the stoop
I wore hand me downs from Zi, now I rock my own shit
I can't deal with you girl, I'm dealing with my own shit
I'm a young buck, but I'm going through the grown shit
I was just trying to make it right, but did the wrong shit

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