Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this
It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,
Laughs at you and talks about
How i'm outgoing but don't be going out
So bow down, nobody talks about when sinister rhymes,
Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights
It's about time i tell you the truth
Dark side of town, baby mama blues
Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools
Why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Instead i'm here with kid to spit the truth and talk about it
I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes
But ay yo i'm just telling the truth
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in
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