| You frontin' on the 'gram, I’m frontin' on your man
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| He was actin' sideways, he was frontin' on the plan
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| Now they at the juice bars, backin' up the vans
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| Gotta shit load of fruit, we ain’t packin' up the spins
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| We packin' up the stores, thugs you adore
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| 'Cause we keep the hood healthy, give it to 'em raw
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| Wife had the vision and the pharmacy was born
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| Made a couple sales, now the pharmacy is on
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| Enough about that, back to the raps
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| Yeah, you learn to adapt when your finances lack
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| Some get a job and others get a pack
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| Couple niggas lose their way and they never get it back
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| They ain’t even dead but they ain’t livin' life
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| So, me I double up, yeah, you know I get it twice
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| Came from the dark so you know I get it bright
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| And I did a lotta wrong so I’m tryna do it right
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| Let the truth be told, let the lies be told
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| Know the good die young and may the wise get old
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| On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold
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| You can either play killer or the Gandhi role
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| Let the truth be told, let the lies be told
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| Know the good die young and may the wise get old
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| On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold
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| You can either play killer or the Gandhi role
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| You could try to front, me, I’m tryna punk
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| Reminisce on the past, no lights for a month
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| No food in the fridge, fuck life in this dump
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| Got a nigga real pissed, act hype if you want
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| You can get a shot to your body, a knife to your lung
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| Shit is gettin' dark, yearn for life in the sun
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| Burn weed, burn money, every bullet in the gun
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| Every tire on the whip just to get a lil' crumbs
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| With the yardie’s eatin' jerk, smokin' pot, drinkin' Rum
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| I call my African cousin for dope in the drum
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| I call my Latin homie for coke in the slums
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| We went from white to green 'cause none of us is dunce
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| Feds goin' get you or the lead gon' get you
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| Or a grimy bitch that give good head gon' get you
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| If you thirsty for fame, the bread gon' get you
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| If you walk on the ledge, the edge gon' get you (Ghost)
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| Let the truth be told, let the lies be told
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| Know the good die young and may the wise get old
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| On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold
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| You can either play killer or the Gandhi role
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| Let the truth be told, let the lies be told
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| Know the good die young and may the wise get old
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| On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold
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| You can either play killer or the Gandhi role |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Truth Be Told , by - Styles P. Song from the album Styles David: Ghost Your Enthusiasm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп