To Tell The Truth Lyrics

To tell the truth, I feel so lonely, I grab my blicky sometimes

To tell the truth, I still remember when they told me them lies

To tell the truth, I pray for my family, hope God keep me alive

To tell the truth, I almost killed him, but he opened his eyes

To tell the truth, I swear nobody knows my feelings in this styrofoam

Need surgery, my heart is gone No, body would pick up the phone I'm,

Stuck between the right and wrong, if I wanted I could get em gone

They been loving all my recent songs, I can't fake it, my love is strong

I done made my circle small, this for the ones who finna keep it gangsta

This for the human race, this for my bros entangled up with the system they dangerous

Never meant to be famous, this shit for inspiration

Try my best to be patient, but I'm getting tired of waiting

I say it's fuck all of them niggas that done once betrayed me

We was moving shifty in that war, we really earned them stains

It's like my name engraved, they really started war

Look now they digging graves oh ya ya

I just got off the phone with my little shawty, she said I'm the hardest

Everybody tell me I go crazy, but her shits mean more than

All the ones with fake love, that shit get boring

I might not say much out loud, but I just record it

Stepping on the oops, it got my shoes dirty, foot hurting

Had to go back to sleep, I woke up too early, too nervous

Living in this world black it got my shawty worried, too worried

I can't see the picture, cause it's too blurry

Kept it real on this side, know he shocked he got some big eyes

Remember we used to rock the Fila, know he cap, you know that boy lied

He ain't really got no mob ties

I lost my cousin, couldn't say goodbye

I swear we right back on this road again, I'm trying to make it home again

Niggas cap, they really be props for him

Did better, but I still give props to them

No Easter, but he hop with them

They bitches, so we robbing them

They hungry, but we can't starve with them

Dunking on the opps, it's like my name was Tim

I live my life way above the rim

Like a caveman, think I need a trim

Trying to kill me, but your chances slim

Work the block is, like I hit the gym

Cause I came back with some extra weight, but I got off bout a couple pounds

I was really selling brand new stems

Bro them ride with big old rims

Play with the bros, and then we offing them

Big old, big old coffins then

If they on the floor, we get to mopping them

If they standing up, then we socking them

If they running up, we send shots at them

Better back it up, somebody get killed

Really got all of the tools, so you know I had to go ahead and grab my drill

Buddy better stop playing, he get too close I'ma go ahead and take off his grill

Gotta show him that shit too real

Gotta show him that shit too real

Gotta show him that shit too real

Gotta show him that shit too real

Gotta show him that shit too real

Gotta show him that shit too real

Shit too real