Tell The Truth

Yea

Yall **** gone have to understand me on this bitch fuck you talking bout

Aye im like a mental patient when im in the booth

That lying shit get you nowhere so I'ma tell the truth

**** think he safe behind that pooh but I can tell its you

This college bitch love to suck us up she go to LSU

The shit I'm doing now got me thinking about the past

On my way to school with that shit up in my bag

Blues in fifties in my pocket you think I brought the flag

You only live once can't die twice so you ain't coming back

I was fucked up for a minute, but I'm coming back

I want him to think that I missed because I'm coming back

I told mar I don't trust these **** around me so he brought the strap

It's another gun up in my car that's why I'm jogging back.

Yeah, we ain't running out

Was born on the northside, but was raised on the south

Almost had some kids that's them stains on the couch

Couldn't afford a gun I got the flame on me now

Who wants to bang with me now

Glocky used to be a plain Jane it's a switchy no

I then finally got up in that lane i switching out

you need me more than I need you bro I ain't missing out

Do you need money just to beef with **** bro I'm richer now

My scat all black

My bitch ass fat

**** think that I ain't ready

My shoes in my bag

Part-time mechanic I got tools in my bag

**** I got everything I need I don't want for shit

**** you don't need to smoke no weed if you can't cop a zip

I've been chilling, letting **** breathe I'm finna pop my shit

Brake pads on the arp this bitch will stop a whip

Told bro you better get your girl before that's not your bitch

If I ain't getting money, then I'm staying out the way

I told her I'm trying to fuck I ain't Finna play no games

I aint really worried about them **** they ain't got no aim

I ain't really worry about no **** bitch I'm with the gang

New chain thousand dollar shoe game

I was in LA play my new shit for 2 Chainz

I was seeing titties as a boy like I'm 2 Chainz

In case a **** rob me for one, that's why I got two flames

Two. Guns on me **** and Im a two time felon

You hiding why they shooting I'm running to a weapon

Finna take the street sign bitch we own the whole McClellan

Call some hoes up to the stu just to fuck after the session

And after that, we ain't doing no texting

I already fucked you now I want your best friend

**** you can't chill up in my booth get a section

Always keep a mag up in my pocket for protection

Aye im like a mental patient when im in the booth

That lying shit get you nowhere so I'ma tell the truth

**** think he safe behind that pooh but I can tell its you

This college bitch love to suck us up she go to LSU

The shit I'm doing now got me thinking about the past

On my way to school with that shit up in my bag

Blues in fifties in my pocket you think I brought the flag

You only live once can't die twice so you ain't coming back