Truth
• Written by Reaper
I don't believe in nobody.
Only in myself .
I'm the trophy on the shelf.
Never thought I wasn't blessed.
But I've been walking around vested.
I've been taking nine shots.
Waiting till my line drops.
Niggas sleepin' on me.
Friends sleepin' on me.
Now they wanna wake up?
Well we don't need to make up.
I'm petty too so I don't need to fuck with you.
I'm just here to parachute.
Get your lady, show the proof.
Shit ain't pretty, to tell the truth.
Chorus:
Truth be told. Truth be told. Truth be told.
They don't miss me. But I don't give a damn see.
Hittas you can shoot.
Remember driving in your coup.
I remember being left out of the loop.
I told you everything was cool.
While collecting bodies in the pool.
Making enemies.
Crossing T's.
Slayin' everything.
Not staying calm, so put me back on my medicine.
Bitches in my palms, that's the only time they relevant.
Avoiding elephants in the room.
Making bitches just assume.
That's what Dame thinks.
Ding Ding lames pulling strings.
Snuffing cats confiding rats.
I'm a lady so I make my hittas carry gats.
Chorus:
Verse 3:
I got that Nana.
So we don't want no short stanza drama.
We need commas.
Pockets like Mona Lisa.
Hittas your ladies call us Nina,
everytime we in the speakers say they
likes our features.
Nana been peep this.
Dame been impede myths.
Read between lines.
I redefined myself and called self help.
I cut the strays cause I'm from the Blaze.
We don't play jokes.
Fakies stay cloak.
Them say we cut throat.
I think we hot though.
We walk glowed.
Truth carries when we talk low.
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Reaper
Member since November 26 2013