The Truth Is In My Eyes

[Chorus]
The truth is in my eyes, nigga
I keep it gangsta so I ain’t got shit to hide, nigga
When it’s beef, please believe that imma ride, nigga
It’s been long but now I’m home, don’t be surprised nigga
I told y’all
The truth is in my eyes, nigga
I keep it gangsta so I ain’t got shit to hide, nigga
Cause when it’s beef, please believe that imma ride, nigga
It’s been long but now I’m home, don’t be surprised nigga
I told y’all

[Verse]
What part y’all don’t understand?
Since I surfaced out the pen, nigga, I’m the man
And I’ll be damned if I let a nigga stop this
From the whips, to the grip, to the rock wrist
Nigga, this is a warning, homie, takе heed
Nigga, please
Beliеve me when my eyes bleed
All I see is them trees, keys or the cheese
Memories of them bodies that I had to freeze
OG’s bred me since a baby pup
OE Hennessy stayed in my cup
Taught me how to hold a heat and how to buss
How to shake a OZ and how to cut it up
Servin’ clucks on Montana and Marengo
Reppin’ red bandanas duckin’ gringos
Bussin 4’s, f*ckin hoes, nigga, bucket does
Tryna bum up on some gold D’s for the 4

[Chorus]
I done told y’all
The truth is in my eyes, nigga
I keep it gangsta so I ain’t got sh*t to hide, nigga
Cause when it’s beef, please believe that imma ride, nigga
It’s been long but now I’m home, don’t be surprised nigga
I told y’all

[Verse]
The hydro on fairoaks be rollin
All night
Cop a couple, twist it up and blow it, ignite
So high nigga pulled over
Parked the ride, forest fires got my mind tweakin’
Going blind
Peep some bitches in the manners looking fat as fuck
Pull up on her with the manners like, “I’m tryna fuck”
N*gga pumped so the yolks looking so swole
They fiendin talking ‘bout, “damn, Big Hit, you’re so bold”
I’m Nicole this is cherry and we tryna go
On the low we wanna know if it’s a long pole
I told them hoes I’ll pound that p*ssy ‘till it’s Peter Rolled
You ain’t never fucked with a nigga out on parole
Girl, I’m the type of gangsta that’ll fuck up your stance
First class, Pan Am, with some bricks in your pants
On the visit in the Feds with my man in the pen
Ten grams in your mouth while your tonguing ‘em down

[Chorus]
Girl
The truth is in my eyes, nigga
I keep it gangsta so I ain’t got sh*t to hide, nigga
When it’s beef, please believe that imma ride, nigga
It’s been long but now I’m home, don’t be surprised nigga
I told y’all

[Outro: G.P. The Beast]
Shout it out, wassup man
It’s the boy G.P. The Beast, man
Sacramento Macramento
Real nigga, done been through a whole lotta real shit
You know what I’m talkin’ about?
Now this for my n*gga Chauncey, man
Yeah, that nigga Chauncey from PDL, nigga
N*gga, real blood nigga
I ain’t gone lie, n*gga, one of the hardest niggas I ever met
First time I seen that nigga? (shit)
Nigga, that nigga came through the chow hall
When I was in Atlanta, we was in the Feds
I seen that nigga walk
I’m like, “okay this nigga right here gone make it,”
“I hope this nigga a blood, on my momma”
Of course, nigga, I ain’t turning down nothing
Shit, nigga, I’m with the business too, nigga
So I look a nigga straight in the eye, nigga
Soon as they come in, nigga, hard walk or nothing
Then we throw it up at the same time, BAM!
I’m like, “okay! This nigga a real blood”