Live The Truth
• Written by Wasteland
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
[Intro]
Cold world, cold world
It turned to the worst
This a generation to be cursed
Let your pain go, Let your pain go
Let it rain hoe, let it rain hoe
Choppa's let a brain blow
[Verse 1]
When you know she need that cash
She throw it back now
Anytime she need some stash
She gotta flash out
I'm a cold blooded nigga in a trap house
I get racks, I get racks, I make the trap bounce
Do the dance, in the track, and run it back now
Roger that, I'm the best, In my home town
Brother brat, in the vest, blew em' all down
In the mall getting checks to invest now
A bitch impressed, cause i'm sexy' and i'm blessed now
Fuck a hoe' who depressed, just get stretched out
Living life up in a yacht
Iced out chain lit up a spot
Got some brothers like a flock
Always kicking up a notch
Who am I?
I'm that nigga in the ski
In disguise, pulling up behind, right beside
Let's see which one go blind
see the pussy in they eyes (Eyes)
All that murder comes to mind (Mind)
I'm like what you wanna do?
I'm like what you wanna do?
Brother 'bro we gotta move
All the shooters come in troops
Finna knock em' out they shoes
[Verse 2]
Okay, shoot a movie
Roll this clip in "Gucci"
Get producers for the boogie
I'm a star living large
Rolling in a super charge
Every time I get a bag, collect the cash
And stacking tags, the power of my wrath
Told my bitch hold up you moving to fast
I need time to smash on that ass
I always gotta please someone else, before me
It doesn't make sense why they would, ignore me
All you pussy's loners, bitches stoners
A lot wanna be soldiers, in the slums of these boulders
I can't make a lot of sense
I pray for some amen, to help kamen
If you need me' I'm here
When you call me, I'll appear
It's whatever I'll forget it
Go invest in perfect living
I got 1-2-3, double Gs, or a rolling B
I got 9-62-5s, choppers in a parking lot
Yeah that bitch she gone do what I say so
I got lean cups, in a truck, wit a fay-go
If I tell you sum know I got a say so
Blue biretta that I flex on a lame hoe
[Outro]
Cold world, cold world
It turned to the worst
This a generation to be cursed
Let your pain go, Let your pain go
Let it rain hoe, let it rain hoe
Choppa's let a brain blow
