Текст песни
Tell
me
the
truth
when
it
hurts
When
it's
not
in
yo
favor
Like
I'm
driving
a
Hurst
would
you
ride
to
the
death
Would
you
slide
from
Decatur
Could
you
lie
on
the
stand
could
you
stand
on
you
10
Can
you
deal
with
these
haters
Could
you
deal
with
this
paper
I
got
40
on
me
and
a
40
on
me
give
a
fuck
bout
yo
bigger
homie
I'm
my
mothers
one
and
only
son
I'm
a
put
us
on
that's
a
promise
When
I'm
in
my
zone
phone
on
silent
Circle
small
my
radius
is
radiant
Need
my
bank
account
to
say
ect
Use
to
think
successful
written
read
Mercedes
Benz
Now
I'm
on
to
bigger
shit
and
better
I
let
go
of
holding
them
vendettas
I
know
times
what
makes
the
money
precious
Fuck
flexing
me
and
mine
stretch
it
Like
yoga
Send
her
home
in
robes
No
toga
Sipping
on
h20
no
soda
You
all
niggas
roll
with
snakes
and
cobras
Sitting
oblivious
Looking
back
it's
no
wonder
they
envious
In
the
trap
with
some
vets
we
experienced
Running
cracks
taking
trips
on
Experian
Send
the
pack
with
a
prayer
it
needed
it
Never
switch
my
on
the
homies,
Ephesians
Off
a
tab
and
I
feel
like
a
genius
You
know
how
I'm
coming
Ain't
running
from
nothing
I
went
toe
to
toe
with
the
devil
I
just
got
it
jumping
started
this
from
nothing
Take
my
niggas
over
whoever
I
just
feel
like
fuck
it,
shorty
know
she
love
it
save
her
in
my
phone
as
Cruella
yeah
Dog
but
she
don't
want
no
better
We
going
to
get
it
together,
pressure
made
the
passion,
smoking
heavy
cloud
up
the
Weather
Real
niggas
flock
of
a
feather
Tires
squeal
when
my
toe
hit
the
pedal
Tell
me
the
truth
when
it
hurts
When
it's
not
in
yo
favor
Like
I'm
driving
a
hearse
would
you
ride
to
the
death
Would
you
slide
from
Decatur
Could
you
lie
on
the
stand
could
you
stand
on
you
10
Can
you
deal
with
these
haters
Could
you
deal
with
this
paper
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