Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Truth (Part 2), artist - Caskey. Date of issue: 27.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Truth (Part 2) |
| Gotta vent, let me circumnavigate the globe |
| I’m not a trick, so I probably agitate these hoes |
| In and out the bank, that my favorite place to go |
| When you’ve been down bad and stuck on the flo' |
| And at an all-time low, I got some haters, let 'em all die slow |
| I got some family who know all my soul |
| I give 'em flowers while they still here, yeah, ayy |
| I’ll give y’all hell because that’s all I know |
| I’m just a outlaw, stuck on a bike |
| Hand clutchin' on my fo'-five, bust at yo' life |
| Find myself thinkin' about pops once every night |
| It’s like when shit goin' good, it feel like somethin' isn’t right |
| I can’t seem to get my head straight |
| Cut you off because you dead weight |
| Plus you only come around to get your bread straight |
| Last year, I was tryin' hard not to medicate |
| Why when I need you on time, you forever late? |
| The truth come out in the end and it never fails |
| I had to make a quick decision, was it heads or tails? |
| An outcast in a city full of Jazzy Belles |
| Tryin' to win when my people used to havin' L’s, yeah |
| Lost my pops at sixteen |
| Lost myself, same time, I sipped lean |
| Popped pills, visualize my life on the big screen |
| Before they go to sleep, make sure these kids dream |
| And know that everything possible |
| I could do it, you could do it, it’s more than probable |
| Told myself, this year I’m gon' be unstoppable |
| So if you think that hate gon' slow me down, man, it’s comical |
| I sip, got a bottle full, pain, got a lotta that |
| Universe throwin' signs, I gotta follow that |
| Heart on my sleeve 'cause I’m so well aware of what I could be |
| I don’t need no love from y’all 'cause I got so much from me |
| And I don’t need to hate on y’all 'cause that ain’t my cup of tea |
| Y’all miserable as fuck and that ain’t my company |
| If I cry, it’s in a Rolls 'cause I’m so luxury |
| You can fuck with who you want but you cannot fuck with me |
| I’m too secure within myself, bro |
| I could get butt-ass naked and walk on Melrose |
| Bitch, I’m from a city where they only serve elbows |
| People like to film shoot outs on they cell phones |
| That’s just where I really been, in the car, got the semi in |
| Just in case you actin' stupid, gotta get it in |
| I never looked up to many men |
| I did this shit by myself like 50 Cent |
| So I don’t never need your fifty cents |
| I left from Miami, ain’t seen Billy since, yeah |
| They found the killers and they makin' sense |
| They ever let them pussies free, I’ma make attempts |
| I can’t seem to get my head straight |
| Cut y’all off because you pussy and you dead weight |
| Plus you only come around to get your bread straight |
| Why when I need you on time, you forever late? |
| And why when you needed the truth, I was never fake? |
| Yeah, that’s why I gotta keep my distance forever, mane |