Truth Hurts

Shit boy cap in your rap I’m tellin em
Poker face in my interviews I’m sellin it
No hoe no new views I’m celibate
Touch mister white make room I’m steppin in
Instagram news all yeat irrelevant
Haven’t made no new tweets still relevant
Don’t know what the hell they say I’m keller in
Baby got a mouth like a newborn pelican
I be in the south in the A no lettermans
T-d-c this crew got better men m-a-n-g-o I’m
Delicate I’m that c-e-o keep pressin him
What’s with your negative development
Can’t talk in this room see elephant
Twenty twenty two end times we methodist
Twenty thirteen you were anti feminist
Twenty nineteen I was out of my element
Steve with a v-twenty three on the elements
That’s that pill I take that medicine
R-i-p to the chick I messed with
R-i-p fredo you blessed it
R-i-p gholson staff sergeant
Lost a couple homies my pardon
Need to catch up with z’s I’m carvin
Day’s on the wall need to eat I’m starving

I’m siamese I hardly sleep niggas gotta eat
I want beef give me my feast I want war
I don’t want peace never learned to rap
Sold your spirit to the uncle sam hat
Double edged sword split you in a half
I was being nice now you in a cast
Best control all the ego in a man
Pest control kill spider gang fans
Take some notes while I pack this damn
Hop off my dick so what I’m not rich
So what I’m not dark so what I’m not white
So what I’m not like suge knight
So what I’m not totin poles in the night
So what I don’t got no whip
So what I don’t own no bitch
So what I’m a christian so
So what I’m a lucki fan
So what I got common sense

I spent my whole life
Walking with dead weights
I be the who to blame
Can’t even say names
Can’t even laugh no mo
Can’t even talk no mo
Can’t even rock no mo
Can’t even
I used to pick up my pen and it meant
To me mentally battling shit
Used to be sober then came october
Word to the sweet bitterness
Love isn’t over word to my odor
Sugar kush gave me stench
Spent time tryna make her mine
But God got his plans in this bitch
I throw my paint in this bitch
Watch tables turn in this bitch
My gang might drain in this bitch
Muay thai nigga lu-kang kick
And I don’t even play those sticks
I’m still wishing I was rich
I still want too many kids
Just turned 22 in this bitch
K-pin a loose screw in this bitch
I’m too highschool for this bitch

Mother always wanted a son
Be strong she says and in fear
I request a prayer is anyone listening
Is anyone listening
We need more people like el double x-i-v
What a shame he don’t know me
Rap game need a king and a queen
Too bad I took both of those seats
You could tell by the red on my cheeks
These niggas got nothing on me
Top tier cavalier in these streets
Top tier cavalier in these streets
Shoutout to the afourteen, your fans
Do better on your-
Fill up with cannabis I don’t even know
The damages spillin the beans a can of
Worms can you handle it rhymes so wack
So easy dismantle him diss in the rap
Too boring If I added him

Till we meet again I’m pushing P again
I never need a friend I tell him I don’t
Wanna do pretend I am in need of zen
I’m in a dark ten have a cup of my wrath
Taste of the fruit and you’ll never go back