Truthful Lies

My rap be automatic not no fucking semi-auto Putting 40 down my throat You bitches sip Moscato I won't sugar coat it best believe my kicks be glowing Dollar bills keep me floating Fresh pressed super potent Got my cologne from Mr. Benjamin 50s, 20s, I don't even care what currency I'm in Franc got me feeling good Shit I never felt better But I would never say no to some bread to pay for all this cheddar I like the all black but I love a little color Coogi on my wrist yeah I think I'll buy my neck another South Side Suicide blasting with my fucking brother Gutter Bravado for the verse but I think I'll make a cover You think I owe you shit Put respect on my name I'm fucking through with it C-Back I'm killing the game My Ego stay off the chain I work my magic like Blaine You think I owe you shit Put respect on my name I'm fucking through with it C-Back I'm killing the game My Ego stay off the chain I work my magic like Blaine You see me say what's up I'll show you plenty love if I get reciprocation You think you know what's up It's funny that you only know my fuckin motivation Pop a couple buttons off my shirt now it's the right fit I know you know what's on my feet Rocking with my Stan Smith Cruising with the twin turbo top down in the whip You say you like it strong but I ain't ever see you take a sip Jiggy to the left Jiggy to the right Whatchu on Yeah I'm feeling fine Jiggy to the left Jiggy to the right Whatchu on Yeah I'm feeling fine You think I owe you shit Put respect on my name I'm fucking through with it C-Back I'm killing the game My Ego stay off the chain I work my magic like Blaine You think I owe you shit Put respect on my name I'm fucking through with it C-Back I'm killing the game My Ego stay off the chain I work my magic like Blaine