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



Авторы: Troy Gray Jr



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