paroles de chanson Ugly Truth - Money Motiv

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How you going to be my brother
When you left me out in the cold
How you going to be my brother
When you left me in this city alone (yeah yeah)

You lost all my respect
But I'ma still shine like a diamond or baguette
This my life so I confect
My music like the butterfly effect

See ima tell the real shit the ugly truth
When the tour ain't turn out I was mad at you
You was like don't trip it's going to get better
Said we gon' be doing shows and making cheddar

I should of known it was cap
But I gave life a chance
Because all I ever do is rap
And work on my stance

I thought we was mbs'
But now you Mona Lisa
Ain't that's a painting of a bitch
Or that's a different picture

But fuck that I'm on my own shit
Big wolf own pack on some lone shit
Stay over there don't fuck with me
Because I don't feel shit

Ain't put no money on my books
Because my bitch wouldn't let you
I called your phone
But you wouldn't answer

This how I'm feeling
This the ugly truth
Kicking shit jet lee
No I'm talking Bruce

This not a diss little nigga just the ugly truth
But when I drop this hoe they'll know who I'm talking to
Because it's the ugly truth
The truth hurts ain't that the truth

Thought you was my brother
I can walk in your shoes
If you a real nigga
You don't need a excuse

I seen this shit already
Just like deja vu
They say they got the sauce
Well I got the stew

You let your shit simmer
I let my shit brew
Im sick with the pill
But don't got the flu look

Im balling on these niggas
But not uncle drew
They running 2 3
Im running 3 2

They setting up the screen
Shit I'm hedging that too
Hand down man down
I step back and shoot

How you going to be my brother
When you left me out up in the cold
How you going to be my brother
When you left me in this city alone (yeah yeah)

Lost all my respect
But I'ma still shine like a diamond or baguette
This my life so I confect
My music like the butterfly effect