Lyrics The Truth (Part 2) - Caskey

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