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The Truth
1,021
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Truth was released on December 16, 2019 by Badd Publicity as a part of the album Respect the Writer
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Release DateDecember 16, 2019
LabelBadd Publicity
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
September Ragland
September Ragland
Songwriter

Lyrics

Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Yeah, I go and get it
I do not cry over hustlin'
I don't need **** for nothin'
Tell 'em I'm comin'
This for them days I was strugglin'
Still made a way outta nothin'
Bitches be bluffin'
They never sat in the trap
They never ran wit a sack
Ion take naps
I'm barely gettin' some rest
Yesterday, can't get it back
Been stayin' on track
They want that old Rocky back
Compare me to bitches?
That's whack
I'm speakin' facts
I'mma big bully the hoes
I'mma pull up where they at
These bitches can't scrap, fuck it
These bitches can't rap, fuck it
I shoot at they cap
Bitches bring problems and I like to solve 'em
Bitch try to run, she get hit from the back
I'mma dissolve 'em, fuck it
I'mma kill all 'em
Bitches don't be where I'm at
I do not call 'em, I don't involve 'em 'cuz, shit, when I do
It's a fact, it's a wrap
Let 'em play tough for the internet
I grew up different, I'm nun like these bitches
My **** got locked, I ain't gettin' back
I never play victim, never play witness
Ain't talkin' bout money?
I send 'em back
Fuck it, I'm ignant
Even when Chris chopped the dope in the kitchen
Even when Chris slammed the do' on these bitches
Told me, "Fuck all of dem hoes" and I listened
Told 'em I'm different, he told me I'm gifted
Makin' me rap on the phone while he listened
Used to be broke, now my music make money
Bitch, where I'm from we don't care about Christmas
I used to dance and I used to scam
Ain't give a fuck 'cuz I had me a plan
Now I'm a brand and bitches need hands
They shoulda rode when I gave 'em a chance
Can't give a lil bitty bitch piece of nothin'
All of a sudden, got so many cousins
Fuck was you at when a bitch wasn't buzzin'?
Hand me down shoes, barely food in my stomach
Straight out the mud, had to find me a spoon
Used to be tired of sharin' a room
Used to let **** hide guns at my house
I did what I did but it's nothin' to prove
I used to waitress and I used to rob
Rappin' in basements, I stayed on my grind
Now, **** tellin' me, "Rock, you gon' make it"
But way before then, used to say "Get a job"
I used to live on the east
Big ups for makin' me solid
When I was ten, I was sweet
And wasn't a fighter
Thank you for breakin' me out it
I was depressed when I came back from Cali
Thinkin' bout ways I could kill everybody
Got no apology, barely acknowledge me
Shout out my people that's helpin' me out it
They knowin' I'm 'bout it
Tell 'em I'm cool, wasn't the type to go follow some rules
Listen to me when I tell 'em to move
I used to cheer and my sister would hoop
Now, it's a Glock every time when we shoot
Fuck the alarm 'cuz I always hit snooze
Bitches ain't writers, ain't tellin' the truth
But do what you do, I do what I want
Ain't sayin' I love you 'cuz I know I don't
Feedin' me lies 'bout how they gon' ride and how they gon' slide
But I know they won't
Believe me I tried believing them lies
But when it was time, they showed me they don't
Kill hella snakes when I'm cuttin' the grass
Used to hit licks wit a gun and no mask
Bitch was unfaithful, now she in the past
I tell the truth when I'm makin' a song
Shit gotta meanin' if I got it tatted
It's too many fake bitches that's gettin' on
Guess when I die, they gon' give me my credit
He bought me flowers, I set 'em on fire
'Cuz he was a liar and seen he was selfish
Fucked for an hour, my head game is fire
Been through so much, I done turned to a savage
I cannot fuck wit no **** that's average, no
'Cuz I'm not a regular bitch
I don't do regular shit
All my old **** cut off but they still on my dick
Don't know what regular is
Even when I ain't got much, I think I'm the shit
'Cuz, really, I am
Fuck if you sayin' I'm not
Not boujee, I stay on the block
Mob to the store and I stay in some flops
So Linwood Ave. that I say it a lot
Cut a bitch off, now she hang wit the opps
Shout out Detroit 'cuz it made me a lot
RIP all my dawgs, know they saved me a spot
Grew from the bottom all the way to the top
Whatever I touch, know I got it on lock
Whatever I want, I'mma get me a lot, bitch
I go and get it
I do not cry over hustlin'
I don't need **** for nothin'
Tell 'em I'm comin'
This for them days I was strugglin'
Still made a way outta nothin'
Bitches be bluffin'
They never sat in the trap
They never ran wit a sack
Ion take naps
I'm barely gettin' some rest
'Cuz yesterday, can't get it back
Written by: September Ragland
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