Truth B Told

I grew up watching real life mob bosses put hits on law enforcement

Politicians on television asking for a war endorsement

I answered back with a two middle finger corresponding

I had to hustle just to get my sister

Laurens garments for the school year

I know what it's like not having new gear

That shit is more frightening than a black person's pool fear

A few peers bragging about their new airs

And all I got is a look on my face that's screaming who cares

I ain't got shit, I made that pot flip

Now my baby siblings go to school with true wares

A few peers is still in red monkeys

I turned into a bread junkie, started cooking cash

I caught my first jux in class, took

The stash, gave half to my cousin Task

He took me to the Ave to cop some shit that **** didn't have

I got some ACGs but it didn't last

Soon as I got good at it, God called him

Home and I had to master a different craft

I keep it realer with you, still official

Lyrics hotter than a killer's pistol

And when you dealing with a million issues, it could be hard to think

I turn my problems into ink and turn my beat into a shrink

I got a million memories in my head that I need to let go, go, go

And every time I try leaving the game you keep telling me no, no, no

Truth be told I am of this life, so why you choose me, me?

And truth be told I slept better at night when nobody knew me, me

I got a million memories in my head that I need to let go, go, go

And every time I try leaving the game you keep telling me no, no, no

Truth be told I am of this life, so why you choose me, me?

And truth be told I slept better at night when nobody knew me, me

Truth be told

I think back on my childhood, I grew up in a wild hood

Old timers cracking jokes on you if you ain't sell good

Whatever summer youth couldn't get us, we knew the vials could

So we started to move work, stick up kids was letting their tools jerk

So we hit the paper like it's school

Work, pair of sneakers and new shirts

Listening to Kool Herc on the J train

En route to playing away game on Hemlock

Bird ass **** hating the hens flock

Bubble coastal when the Timb drop

So I started saving up, wondering why ****

With nappy hair and moms is waving up

I brushed my hair like it was teeth, I used the Nu Now

Murray Zacks wasn't waving of the grease

With nothing to show for it but a red durag line on my forehead

Still convincing myself go for it

So fuck the smooth shit, got on some rude shit

You know the true shit

My life is like a movie, here's a new script

I went from a drip stock **** to a blue chip

I told the doc I want my spot back, gave me a new clip

I got a million memories in my head that I need to let go, go, go

And every time I try leaving the game you keep telling me no, no, no

Truth be told I am of this life, so why you choose me, me?

And truth be told I slept better at night when nobody knew me, me

I got a million memories in my head that I need to let go, go, go

And every time I try leaving the game you keep telling me no, no, no

Truth be told I am of this life, so why you choose me, me?

And truth be told I slept better at night when nobody knew me, me

Truth be told