The Truth

Tryna take a demon out my past, hope my momma never get the chance to see my gat Niggas that I knew would always wanna turn their back Now they always message me to compliment my stats Even stretched my pinky out, I swear that shit compacted But niggas broke the pact and left the com that's why I laugh Remember how I started second last, then I got the pen Transformation then became the ultimate lad. Still I ain't trip, even though I knew the uber driver Still I ain't trip, even though I had a hundred lighters On the beat I'm Michail Mayers, daddy said I needed guidance But still I be undecided. Would you get a pullman or an Aston Martin But my heart the only thing that's chauffeur driven And my death the only thing that's ever been a given Don't believe in gimmicks, if I died tonight do you reckon that you'll be forgiven For The sins that you committed, only thing is still repentance Hope I don't replenish, only getting started but already I can see the finish If I die tonight, I just hope I had these tunes finished I just Trayn produce it and tell em that I always had it In me, it's hard to get it out of me Told my momma that I made another enemy Cause having enemies, means there's people envying The fact there's people loving you, it's greater than you'd ever think Fast life nigga I could never blink Even though I'm drunk hand me another drink They say the chain cannot be stronger than it's weakest link So I'm crossing niggas out like a crucifix It's hard to find a nigga spitting harder shit Cause my bars is even rarer than the moon eclipse I'll probably do this shit, until I get to 36, but let me get to 23 Then Imma go Lebron with this Gas me up, I'll probably burn the filling station All I need is pen and paper and some motivation To make the crowd rock, give it extra elevation It took like half a year to be an overnight sensation Don't mistake this for the intro, call me incognito, when in public give no info Would you get the moarse code, if I gave you all the signals Or should I make it simple? Spell it out? Yeah bingo It's nothing out the usual, wise man made it sound so simple If they don't get to use you, then they won't know how to use you Put away the money, if you have it, that's an issue They'll be on your case like lawyers fighting Mogadishu I'm just tryna blow it all and make it back ten fold Really have to choose? The longest distance runners probably struggle in my shoes I guess I need a license just to shoot the grey goose Is there a better intro than a PJ on the roooof Oh Lord, I make music to impress me From rapping about a dream I had when I was in Guissepe Now I'm in Guisseppe At the top right in the guest suite, all the eyes on me, think I'm touring Mississippi Oh Lord I guess it's true An artist's deepest secrets are revealed inside the booth We treat the beats like therapists obliged to tell the truth Enchanted by pianos, and we cursed by fucking flutes But in secret, I'd rather be alone inside a coupe With hundred dollar bills listening when I'm talking too Money talks but never sells my secrets for loot Mixtape in September, but the EP coming soon. News