Lyrics Truth Be Told - Blac Youngsta

Truth Be Told

Yeah
Get your top peeled back, brrt
Do you really have what it takes to be a millionaire
My TT, she got sick on me, I told her she’ll be fine
I saw that cancer killing TT, I saw TT dying
My TT want to see me, but my TT end up dying
Her husband, he was never supportive, he was mean all the time
That nigga pussy, he was mad every time the family came around
He beat my TT up every day, smacked her to the ground
I tried to shoot him one day, but my TT calmed m down
My TT lost her youngest son befor she lost her life
Her son got put 'em out, that shit ain’t right
If you can think of a pussy nigga, he fit the description right
I keep that dope in my lungs 'cause it keep my system right
Grew up in the South, Memphis where niggas don’t look up to they uncle
It’s fuck my daddy, but you know I’m gon' raise hell by mama
They gave us Obama, then Trump, so they gave us more drama
I keep my Glock on me, it’s tucked, so I call it my llama
Let’s talk about how pussy niggas didn’t wanna see me win
I signed to God, ain’t got my money but I didn’t leave my friends
I told the Lord to forgive me for everything, I repent
I killed so many niggas, I ain’t lying, niggas didn’t kill my friends
To every nigga that did something to me, I’ma get revenge
Keep a Glock on me, I’m cock homie before I walk in
You not my homie if my homie say you can’t get in
Niggas buyin' all these foreign cars just to gossip in
Truth be told, nigga
You a ho, you a ho
I’ma do it slow so I can do some more, and
And some more, and some more
Getting money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga
You a ho, you a ho
I’ma do it slow so I can do some more, and
And some more, and some more
Getting money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga
I love my cousin so much, put my son life on the line
My cousin called my phone, he asked me did I have them pounds
I told my cuz' I got him later, I’m babysittin' right now
My cousin told me hurry up, he need them pounds right now
I put on my clothes, I grab my keys, I grab my son, we leave
I usually take my time, but this my cousin, so I speed
I told him meet me at my grandma house, he said me me
I met my cousin at the gas station, it was OV
They pulled me out the car, put me on the ground, said, «You under arrest»
I realised my cousin took advantage of me at my best
Them crackers almost took my son from me, they had me stressed
I did my time, I kept my mouth closed, I ain’t tell shit
I put my life on the line for to sit back in the day
If you ain’t my homie, you know you can’t approach me 'bout no fade
Keep my bolagna right on me 'case my own homie play
My macaroni don’t jam, ain’t talking 'bout no K
How you cannot compare me to Pac or or Christopher?
This shit I spit, you can’t see my bars, they invisible
I’m living single, Mercedes Benzes, buy his and hers
I kick her out, I’m in someone house when I’m missing her
Don’t cut me down, don’t be send me down when I’m in a rush
No need for speeding in traffic when you gon' catch the bus
I grab my F&N out my drawers and tell me all I trust
This Draco ain’t gon' let me down and I put that on us
Truth be told, nigga
You a ho, you a ho
I’ma do it slow so I can do some more, and
And some more, and some more
Getting money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga
You a ho, you a ho
I’ma do it slow so I can do some more, and
And some more, and some more
Getting money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga