| Time to let the truth be told, it ain’t no brighter days
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| Cause when it all unfolds, a nigga gon just pass away
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| These haters, trying to stop my grind
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| But I bet them hoes, can’t block my shine
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| So tired of taking losses, not this time
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| I can’t save the whole world, I’m just trying to look out for mine
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| I been getting a lot of exposure lately, on niggas songs and in they videos
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| Cause they know I’m a O.G., not an original gangsta but an organized general
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| They see me pulling up in my 300 banging, gators on my feet and jewelry dangling
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| Everybody love the way I look on the outside, but inside I be paining
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| Is it ever gonna stop raining, nothing but thunderstorm clouds hover above me
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| Shit I use to break my back to make sure my niggas was straight,
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| but they still don’t love me
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| That’s why it’s no more pain on my lower arm, and one deep tatted on my other
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| arm
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| If you see me looking in y’all direction, I’m not about to speak fin to do you
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| motherfuckers harm
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| Got seventeen albums and they all selling, so tell me why the fuck my pockets
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| ain’t swelling
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| Ain’t never did nothing to nobody, that didn’t have it coming to 'em bitch I’m
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| a felon
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| Feel like I was failing God tell me when I’m gon win, you know when I’m blessed
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| you know when I’m gon sin
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| You were there at the beginning of my days, I’m just hoping I see you after all
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| my days end
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| And I don’t give a damn what these people say, half the people in the church
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| got evil ways
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| I was just looking to make a lil' scrilla, but it turned a lil' Christian into
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| a lil' killer
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| From label to label and gun to rifle, it’s a forward march ain’t no time to
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| retreat
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| If you able to save a nation go 'head, but I’m struggling to get myself
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| some’ing to eat
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| No more struggling, backwards hustling this is my year
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| I been in the game since 9−5, bitch I’m still here
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| I hear that background that side talk, that cheek bumping
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| If you don’t like who I signed (Swishahouse), then give me some’ing
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| Just six months ago, they said the Don was all over
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| But I just tightened my flow built the buzz, and came colder
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| I touch them street G’s, them go-getters and crack stars
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| You six feet deep or somewhere asleep, behind them iron bars
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| Cause I done knocked off plenty cars, and knocked off plenty hoes
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| Then pulled up plenty shows, candy paint and glass 4's
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| Look at 'em whispering, like some hoes on the sideline
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| They second string and cheerleading, while I’m getting mine
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| I know I been down, can’t wait till the next round
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| Tomorrow’s tomorrow, but today nigga it’s right now
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| It’s Ke and Ro, and fa sho that’s a gangsta hit
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| Get up out our life ho, get up off our dick trick |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let The Truth Be Told , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album I'm Still Living, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп