Truth Be Told

June 15th
I quit my job
No back up plan
Just a maxed out card
We went out for Sam
I blacked out hard

June 15th
I quit my job
No back up plan
Just a maxed out card
We went out for Sam
And I blacked out hard
They think I lost my brain
But I just found my heart
I used to push carts
I used to push packs
I used to let women use me
And not push back
But now we focused on the future & cannot look back
Past transgressions
Serving as life lessons
Less stressing
More blessings
That's been God's message
I must've had my phone in airplane mode
6 months into the year
I can count on two hands
Every single lie I've told
I'm getting better
My fear is fading
Their judgements no longer phase me
This feeling crazy
This feeling may be
The best thing ever
This feeling made me
Ready to face who ever
Ready to take my seat a top of the throne and replace who ever
Speaking of Eva
Shout out to Eva
I'll check for you soon as my check up
Praha, česká, jak se más
Caught me at a time when I was nexting broads
Losing numbers, collecting bras
Rejecting calls
I fucked and ducked
My luck had sucked
So love had snuck its way up out my heart
I turned cold and gray and thought that that was smart
But like I said I getting better
But truth be told I'll probably never settle
Especially not the way my mama meddle
Need a woman like her but I never met her
A side of Armageddon with with amaretto
Sour
Our
Hours
Are
Numbered
We
Aren't
Getting
Any
Younger
Only
Dumber
Young girl
Better
Listen
To your
Mother
Cause she
Love ya
Like no
Other
She don't want nothing but the best for ya
Love your big
Not your best brother
Aka
Your fresh best dressed brother
Your bicep flex
Do More
Say less
No Stress brother
Ain't a nigga I won't check for ya
College tuition is a bitch so I'm tryna have a check for ya
I reject struggle
Inject hustle
Into my everyday
Til it's no more drama like Mary j
Wish I could make up for missed time like Mary Kay
Live life in a extra ordinary way
Until they bury may
Until they carry me
Off the stage for my Grammy speech
Those are the levels that we plan to reach
So fuck that bullshitting & quit playing with me
Cause we playing for keeps
We playing to sweep
Yeah we got Big dreams but we ain't playing to sleep
Ain't enough days in a week
Or weeks in a month
The flow sick
And I'm weak to my stomach
Cause I know it don't mean shit
My sweet sixteens gone fall on deaf ears if I don't lean sip
You mean if my shoes don't have the wing tips
Then I can't fly private redeye on the G6
Fuck ya rhymes if it ain't diamonds in your Jesus
Jesus
I guess we gotta shine for them to see us
I can't even trip
(Why)
Cause we blessed blessed blessed
Even though this worlds a mess mess mess
(Yo)