Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell You the Truth , by - Drakeo The Ruler. Release date: 28.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tell You the Truth |
| You fightin' life, sometimes you get lonely |
| Cook the beef up, sometimes I get hungry |
| The problems that I’m dealin' with is really mental |
| Your friends died, we ain’t showin' you no sympathy |
| Bro, don’t sneak diss on Drakeo, he with the shit |
| When shells drop, don’t got a problem if he hit a kid |
| I’m the type that be gone in a jiffy |
| I aired the crowd out with all odds against me |
| Tell you the truth, I don’t even know these niggas |
| Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga |
| Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin' |
| Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business |
| Tell you the truth, I don’t even know these niggas |
| Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga |
| Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin' |
| Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business |
| You all up in a nigga’s face, I don’t know nothin' |
| He ninety-nine percent tough, he get the whole hundred |
| Left a nigga haulin' ass like he stole somethin' |
| They sayin' to me the shells took all his clothes from him |
| ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me |
| The Ruler in the booth, it’s gon' be a cold summer |
| ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me |
| The Ruler in the booth, it’s gon' be a cold summer |
| Tell you the truth, I don’t even know these niggas |
| Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga |
| Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin' |
| Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business |
| Tell you the truth, I don’t even know these niggas |
| Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga |
| Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin' |
| Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business |
| I’m finna fuck these niggas over with no relation |
| A hundred shots on standby, I hope he make it |
| Gotta take the trash out, niggas always hatin' |
| In my rear is a nigga that’s always fakin' |
| Killers on standby, they always waitin' |
| I’m the nigga from the block where they hardly make it |
| I don’t play with lil' kids when I’m chit-chattin' |
| Since he got a potty mouth, I’ma shit-bag him |
| It’s a present in the box and I gift-wrapped it |
| He tough on his birthday, but ain’t shit after |
| Twelve shots when they heard 12, they gave him ten after |
| R.I.P. |
| bro, he was a good kid actor |
| Bitch |
| Nigga weird ass nigga |
| Condoning snitching, that shit crazy, It’s a whole nother world |
| Niggas be on some shit like «Oh what was you doing in 6th grade? |
| What would you do?» |
| Fuck you mean lil ass nigga? |
| Yeah let this nigga talk haha |
| It wasn’t worth it, it wasn’t and I’ma tell you what |
| If there is a street code, right? |
| If there is a street code and there’s |
| somethin' so |
| So-called as loyalty and everything and no snitchin' and all of that? |
| I get it, right? |
| Listen, I snitched, I ratted, but who was I supposed to be loyal to? |
| If you can’t be loyal to me out here in the free world |
| And you fuckin' my baby mom |
| And while I’m out on tour makin' money for all of us |
| You back at home sleep with my baby mom |
| Then I get kidnapped and you try to kill me? |
| If you can’t be loyal to me out here in the free world |
| What makes you think if I would’ve held it down, you wouldn’t violate me in the |
| prison? |
| Stab me up, poke me up in my neck, what? |
| I’m not gon' lose my life over, over, over no hater |
| Over no, «Yo, you did the wrong thing» |
| Nah, y’all understand it, y’all don’t wanna understand it |
| Y’all don’t wanna understand it |
| But anyway, look |
| I’ma put it like this, right? |
| I love you guys |
| Thank you for helping me come back as strong as possible |
| I wanna shout out, um |
| My lawyer Lance Lazzaro |
| I wanna shout out Michael Longyear, um, Jacob Warren, uh |
| I wanna say thank you to, you know, the, the, the judge for, you know, |
| allowing me to come home to my family |
| To let me celebrate a birthday out here with my family, you know |
| And I appreciate that |
| As much as you guys wanna paint me out to be a |
| I appreciate every little thing and I didn’t do nothin' wrong |