The Truth

Can you tell them ****'s,

 come back around

Dead brains in my pocket,

Throw it Underground,

My mind is not sound,

Overdosing on cough syrup,

Bitch I’m bout to drown,

You can try me,I’m not frowning 

This life is a fake,I know I made mistakes

The truth is the world is asleep

Catch the beeper the code is 01

To Much sauce,

Is it off,It’s automatic

Aww that’s Tragic

This niggá's is capping 

Them ****'s be trapping 

My **** trippie 

Is really mad and 

He is not happy 

We use reverse Psychology

To trap and play lamar 

Grab the gat ,We going to blast him to the stars

I’m talking  planet Mars 

Damn,I hope I see shooting stars

We’re he at 

Pull The trigger Kill this **** 

Talking first-degree murder

Yeah, big gas I like to 

smoke up

Big gats we toting poles bra, 

we gonna expose ya, 

Do You think I really know ya

In trenches smoking gas, 

do you really think I give 

A fuck

Chilling with my woadies

 And sliming an we on

 too Sum 

Glad to have a roof some 

**** don’t have one 

The truth is, is y’all ****’s woke,

The truth is, is y’all ****’s woke,

The truth is do you want the smoke

We got them poles at your door 

recruiting and we killing folks

Once my **** out of

Jail we sliming if they tell

Fire a **** up with the

Grease who want the smoke

Kicking down your door kill 

Yo dad and yo kind folks

I’m tired of you hating on 

The boy Though

I’m tired of you playing with my life

No game bro

I’m tired of you thinking that clones

We got a life bro