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The Truth (Part 2) Lyrics - Artist : Caskey
Gotta vent, let me circumnavigate the globe
I'm not a trick, so I probably agitate these hoes In and out the bank, that my favorite place to go When you've been down bad and stuck on the flo' And at an all-time low, I got some haters, let 'em all die slow I got some family who know all my soul I give 'em flowers while they still here, yeah, ayy I'll give y'all hell because that's all I know I'm just a outlaw, stuck on a bike Hand clutchin' on my fo'-five, bust at yo' life Find myself thinkin' about pops once every night It's like when shit goin' good, it feel like somethin' isn't right I can't seem to get my head straight Cut you off because you dead weight Plus you only come around to get your bread straight Last year, I was tryin' hard not to medicate Why when I need you on time, you forever late? The truth come out in the end and it never fails I had to make a quick decision, wasn't heads or tails A outcast in a city full of Jezebels Tryin' to win when my people used to havin' L's, yeah Lost my pops at sixteen Lost myself, same time, I sip lean Pop pills, visualize myself on the big screen Before they go to sleep, make sure these kids dream And know that everything possible I could do it, you could do it, it's more than probable Told myself, this year I'm gon' be unstoppable So if you think that hate gon' slow me down, man, it's comical I sip, got a bottle full, pain, got a lotta that Universe throwin' signs, I gotta follow that Heart on my sleeve 'cause I'm so well aware of what I could be I don't need no love from y'all 'cause I got so much from me And I don't need to hate on y'all 'cause that ain't my cup of tea Y'all miserable as fuck and that ain't my company If I cry, send a rose 'cause I'm so luxury You could fuck with who you want but you could not fuck with me I'm too secure within myself, bro I could get butt-ass naked and walk on Melrose Bitch, I'm from a city where they only serve elbows People like to film shoot outs on they cell phones That's just where I really been, in the car, got the semi in Just in case you actin' stupid, gotta get it in I never looked up to many men I did this shit by myself like 50 Cent So I don't never need your fifty cents I left from Miami, ain't seen Billy since, yeah They found the killers and they makin' sense They ever let them pussies free, I'ma make attempts I can't seem to get my head straight Cut y'all off because you pussy and you dead weight Plus you only come around to get your bread straight Why when I need you on time, you forever late? And why when you needed the truth, I was never fake? Yeah, that's why I gotta keep my distance forever, mane |
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