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Honest Truth Lyrics - Artist : AZ
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Spesh you know it's movie time Only a few can stitch together that reality rap Let's show these crabs how to rhyme Lyrically inclined for the lesser Live nigga certified, fly guy finesse her Respect the repper in Gucci sweats, none extra Could never see me stress over no stink coochie heifer The Buddha blesser, brutalize her, no Uber drivers Remove the roof off the coupe and maneuver liver Who the wiser? The Porsche sail with the whale tail ADIDAS shells, puffing L's since Melly Mel Scales kept new, no residue Tool by the testicles, jewels all vegetables Rebel, I'm on a whole 'nother level Exposed to the devil, heart cold as my bezel Settled, paid outta court, my fault I guess he never thought I had a temper that short The shooter with hopes to retire out in Aruba Guinness Stout and Kahlua, the Jumu'ah house in Meduña (Alhamdulilah) another body over a rumor My homie hopin' the lump he got ain't a tumor I'm just listenin' tryin' to stop the assumers, whatever My era, Lacoste socks and Pumas Hey look If we don't stick together, we can't stop intruders Or watch for the shooters, snakes, and opportunists on a hot block full of users These the results when the pops don't watch for his juniors Nobody 'round to say not to do this So we disciplined from judges and prosecutors Block polluted, cops pursue us, man, we ballin' like Roger Lewis It's hard for these hoes not to screw us Your girl might chill and vent She let me get 'em sent then I might pay her light bill and rent I'm isolated and militant But a snake'll slither in your place even if you build a fence I'm dealin' with some real events Them people heard I was eatin' and they been on my heels since How could I not feel tense when there's ten bricks in the whip of the same shit that killed Prince We all follow a Chain of Command If a soldier steal then another soldier would bring me his hand All them losses made me a man How you claimin' he fam' when that nigga chargin' you eighty a gram I was searchin' for the perfect chance When you step on work, you view life from a certain stance My plug gave me a first advance In the club gun under my shirt and pants so it hurt to dance We all came from the dirt and sand I reverse the plans, its 'cause of fans I'm shippin' merch' to France That's your man 'cause of circumstance Understand if you help the wrong person it could hurt your hands Trust |
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