The Truth

They said it would rain but it's pouring Many days plenty nights it's been a storm I done made it so damn far on my own Walk a mile in my shoes I know they won't I done learned to put the money over feelings Grinding over chillen Silence over speaking My planting over reaping I got God as my witness Don't need second opinions Won't let em catch me slippin' Cleaned the oil in my kitchen I'm the type to put my niggas in position uh Show em all the vision And tell em that I'm proud change they life and hope they live it aye Help a woman's confidence just to boost ambition And blame it on my household cause I was raised by women aye I was never feminine but sensitive a little bit Nigga you can't blame me I seen shootouts as a lil kid P.T.S.D I was smoking for my benefit Go body with these niggas touch my face we getting serious Running from police jumping fences high adrenaline A lot of things I seen try to haunt me I won't mention em You can't focus on the struggle tryna touch a million Yo subconscious gone attract the things you focus on in thinking aye Never try to beef with niggas over women creeping Stack yo money get a better one that's really how you beat em aye If you ever try to burn a bridge with me for reasons Ain't no turning back around or faking acting like you need me You gotta see it through just tell me how you really feel Ain't never lost a nigga that I need my realist still in here But I done lost a few I'm still praying for they mommas tears Stack it to the moon for rainy days that's what my father said They said it would rain but it's pouring Many days plenty nights it's been a storm I done made it so damn far on my own Walk a mile in my shoes I know they won't I done learned to put the money over feelings Grinding over chillen Silence over speaking My planting over reaping I got God as my witness Don't need second opinions Won't let em catch me slippin' Cleaned the oil in my kitchen It was like every single month a funeral visit just for potnas I was mixing lean and sprite hurting tryna solve my problems Didn't have a gun in my name riding around with choppas But I always been a scholar 18 graduated college 19 running of them dollars still been running up my knowledge In my 20s owning real-estate knew nothing about it Shout out to my uncle Brandon he the one that helped me prosper Passive income every month make some music smoke a blunt Call my shorty tell her make a plate I'm tryna fill my stomach Hit the studio releasing pain tryna keep from crying Never let these niggas track ya moves that's how you keep from dying Haters tryna pluck my feathers cause they hate to see me flying Well next weekend I'll be inna jet flying through the skies They opinion never meant a thing I'm picking up my grind Niggas know I'm great won't say it though they body filled with pride Everything thing I spit the truth cause I ain't into rapping lies nigga