Tell the Truth (feat. D-Block Europe & Rich the Kid)

Yeah I spoke to my bro the other day He told me niggas changing, boy You know what I'm sayin'? How the fuck they leave us waitin'? Me and bro was patient Learnt to whip at 14, shout out big homie, no fake shit Man, he lost his savings Married to the corner, I was married to the pavement God gave me a chance, and I'll take it I used to bag the whole box, it used to take me ages I'm just going through these phases If I pour another box, can you cop, are you sure? We stay drippin' in Dior, YSL, there you go (YSL, there you go) YSL, I buy you more, All this money in my Goyard, I can go and buy the store First things first I can really get a nigga hit with ease I don't need more drama, I need more lean She can get a new bag, maybe Céline (ayy, yeah, hold up) I'ma disappear like I'm Houdini (hold up, huh) I can go and buy the store now (what? what? what?) Bitches fuckin' in the room now (ayy) Bought a Rollie, it was bust down (ice, ice, ice) I'm in the Bentley, ain't no bus now (skrrt) Switcheroo them bitches, I can't cuff now (I can't cuff now) Fuck her in the mansion, she get bust down (she get bust down) She a vegan but she eat meat Porsche got the two seat Ain't in love with Kiki Fuck her when she greet me (greet me) Ooh, the bankroll on overload I'm too rich, I don't need you hoes (need you hoes) Got more ice than an Eskimo (eskimo, ayy) Got more checks than an envelope (yeah) Makin' more than me? I doubt it (I doubt it) Had to cut 'em off they doubted (doubted) I got a Bentley, had to mount it (had to mount it) Too much money, I can't count it (Rich) First things first I can really get a nigga hit with ease I don't need more drama, I need more lean She can get a new bag, maybe Céline (yeah) I'ma disappear like I'm Houdini I've had fed chases, court cases, niggas writing statements 20 crackheads in my alleyway, I'm tellin' them, "Be patient" Took the other side to war Sellin' crack 'round the whole UK on tour (Yeah) I was so bummy, wow, but I'm gettin' money now My fiend just asked me for a fix because his nose is gettin' runny now She just told me that's she's coming now She my lady, that's a thousand pound on shoes for her to run around First things first I can really get a nigga hit with ease I don't need more drama, I need more lean She can get a new bag, maybe Céline I'ma disappear like I'm Houdini