Let the truth be told
It ain't no brighter days
Cause when it all unfolds
A nigga don't just pass away
These niggas stop, stop my quiet
But I bet they ain't block my shot
So tired of taking my, taking my this time
I can't save the whole world
Just trying to look out for mine
I been, I been getting a lot of exposure
Maybe on nigga songs and in they videos
They know I'm, they know I'm an OG
Not an original gangster but an organized general
They see me,
they see me pulling up in my 300 banging
Kedas on my feet and dreary dangling
Everybody love the way I look on the outside
But inside I be paining
Is it ever gonna stop raining?
Nothing but thunderstorm clouds hover above me
Said I used to break my back to make sure my niggas were straight
But they still don't love me That's
why it's no more pain on my lower arm
And one deep tatted on my upper arm If
you see me looking in y'all direction
I'm not about to speak finna do you motherfuckers harm
I got 17,
I got 17 albums and they all silly So tell me why,
so tell me why the * my
pockets ain't sweating I ain't never did nothing to nobody
They didn't have it coming to them bitch I'm a feeling,
I'm a feeling,
I'm a feeling
God tell me when I'm gonna win You
know when I'm blessed you know when I'm
gonna sing You were there at the beginning of my days
I'm just hoping I see you at my days And I don't give a,
and I don't give a damn
Cause I'm the giver,
truth be told There ain't no brighter days
Cause when all,
all none falls A nigga,
a nigga gon' just pass away
These niggas,
these niggas try to stop my cry But
I bet them niggas ain't by my side
So tired of taking nothing at this time I can't save the whole world,
I'm just trying
to look out for mine
Struggling,
struggling,
backwards,
hustling This is my year,
I've been in the game since
9-5 bitch I'm still here I hear that background,
that side talking
G bumping If you don't like who I sign with then give
me something Six months ago they said the done was all
over But I just type my flow, built a buzz and
came colder I'm streak them streak G's,
them gold getters and crack stars
You're six feet deep or somewhere,
sleep behind them iron bars
Cause now they've knocked out plenty cars And out plenty hoes
Pulled up,
pulled up plenty shows Candy paint and glass bowls
Look at,
look at them whispering Like some hoes on the sidelines
They,
they second stringing,
cheerleading While I'm getting mine
I know I've been dying Can't wait till the next rhyme
Tomorrow's tomorrow but today nigga is right now It's Key and Ro
and for sure that's a gangsta hit Get up out our life hoe,
get up off our dick
And pass away
They say to stop my grind But I bet they'll block my sign
So try to take it now,
not this time I can't save the whole world,
I'm just trying to look out for mine