The Truth About Life (The Last Song Pt, 2)

Only smoke fire trees, you can smell the fragrance I ain't trippin' bout shit cause Rell was made for greatness

How the fuck you try to ruin a nigga reputation? I was puttin' niggas on every conversation

You could've drew your own life but you went and traced it When I was focused on the goals you was hoe chasin

These niggas focused on the bitch, had the bros waitin' We was focused on the money, we was so patient

Can't ever do that shit again, I am not savin' I put my time into a bitch and it got wasted I'm lockin' in with my self money in rotation

For that bread, guaranteed I have bro bake you niggas bitches, niggas hoes, but I do not hate you You keep fuckin' with my name, I have bro face you

I been through L after L but I'm still tall no matter how these niggas switch, I'm a still ball How can you talk about my life when you ain't involved

You niggas losers and this bitch, you is not my dog I can really get a nigga gone but you ain't worth the call When they see you chillin' at the top, they wait For you to fall

I'm 21 and damn near been through it all you either win or you lose, this is not a draw I hope you put yourself first, it's not a second thought

And if you don't, you playin' games like that nigga saw Niggas playin' both sides, then they got caught He like chillin' in the field till he got chalked