The Truth

They mad at me, I think they mad at me

But if I don't give a fuck then I will die happy

I do it for my city, yeah my country ass family

Suspended from school cause I got caught gambling

Put my pain in my music cause I can't handle

Put the pieces together then I dismantle

Women are the subject money is the predicate

The ecstasy in her body, yeah she let it settle in

Bitch don't let the devil in, even if you bring a gin

Please got forgive me of the sins I commit to win

I'm just trying to get a Benz and a bitch to drive me in

I'm just trying to make some ends working for my life and rent

Please let a nigga vent

Fuck that damn government

Broke as fuck, hustling

Famous but I'm struggling

I let the pain go, never stay the same though

The niggas that came with [are] the niggas I'ma ride for

All these women on me, half of 'em phoney

I'm just the looking for the independent or the lonely

I'm tryna' be the greatest and you can up and hate it

But you ain't fucking make me, so fuck your music ratings

And I've been in the cages for my time awaiting

But I'm just getting impatient so here come all the raging

And all these rapper basic, I'm feeling so complacent

I'm feeling so hungry, these rap niggas baking

Garcia Vegas, roll it up, then I'm baking

High out my mind, feeling like my brain cell skating

You can't compete with me, Hip-Hop speak to me

Niggas say I'm changing

Bitch if feel different frequently

Now let the demons speak, now let the demons creep

And let demons watch this while I stay underneath