Let the Truth Be Told

Time to let the truth be told, it ain't no brighter days

'Cause when it all unfolds, a **** gon' just pass away

These haters tryna stop my grind

But I bet them hoes, can't block my shine

So tired of taking losses, not this time

I can't save the whole world, I'm just trying to look out for mine

Aye, I been getting a lot of exposure lately

On ****'s songs and in they videos

'Cause they know I'm a OG not an original gangsta

But an organized general

They see me pulling up in my 300 banging

Gators on my feet and jewelry dangling

Everybody love the way I look on the outside, but inside I be paining

Is it ever gonna stop raining

Nothing but thunder storm clouds hover above me

Said I use to break my back to make sure my **** was straight

But they still don't love me

That's why it's no more pain on my lower arm

And one deep tatted on my other arm

If you see me look in y'all direction

I'm not about to speak, finna do you muthafuckers harm

Got seventeen albums and they all selling

So tell me why the fuck my pockets ain't swelling

Ain't never did nothing to nobody that didn't have it coming to 'em

Bitch, I'm a felon

Feel like I was failing God tell me when I'm gon win

You know when I'm blessed you know when I'm gon sin

You were there at the beginning of my days

I'm just hoping I see you after all my days end

And I don't give a damn what these people say

Half the people in the church got evil ways

I was just looking to make a lil' skrilla

But it turned lil' Christian into a lil' killer

From label to label and gun to a rifle

It's forward march, I ain't no time to retrieve

If you're able to save a nation go 'head

But I'm struggling to get myself something to eat

Time to let the truth be told, it ain't no brighter days

'Cause when it all unfolds, a **** gon' just pass away

These haters tryna stop my grind

But I bet them hoes can't block my shine

So tired of taking losses, not this time

I can't save the whole world, I'm just trying to look out for mine

No more struggling, backwards hustling, this is my year

I been in the game since nine-five, bitch, I'm still here

I hear that background that side talk and cheek bumping

If you don't like who I signed then give me something

Just six months ago they said the don was all over

But I just tightened my flow, built the buzz, and came colder

I touch them street G's, them go getters and crack stars

You six feet deep or somewhere asleep behind them iron bars

'Cause I done knocked off plenty cars and oh, plenty hoes

Then pulled up plenty shows, candy paint and glass 4's

Look at em whispering like some hoes on the sideline

They second string and cheerleading while I'm getting mine

I know I been down, can't wait till the next round

Tomorrow's tomorrow but today, ****, is right now

It's Ke and Ro and fa sho that's a gangsta hit

Get up out our life, ho, get up off our dick, trick

Time to let the truth be told, it ain't no brighter days

Cause when it all unfolds, a **** gon just pass away

These haters tryna stop my grind

But I bet them hoes, can't block my shine

So tired of taking losses, not this time

I can't save the whole world, I'm just trying to look out for mine