The.Truth

Yeah, shout out all my homies man, I miss you guys all Free my boy Luis Pray you get out soon Got kicked out of Waukee because I had to Pulled up on Mr. Smith because I had to Facing 5 years I shouldn’t have to The PD called my mama with the bad news Just snitch on some your niggas and we’ll help you If you don’t Eldora where we’ll send you Shackled up but you know I’m giving no clues Cuz I’m a real nigga not no snitch fool Do you know how it feels to be fighting for your life In front of a judge like please do me right I don’t wanna go to prison I just wanna win this fight I just wanna go home sleeping in my bed tonight I learned a lot of shit in these past few weeks like Sitting in a cell isn’t where I wanna be That shit ain’t the life for me man f*ck all of my enemies I wanna be a prodigy, make my mama proud of me I’ll never cop a fuckin plea my brothers mean the world to me Get jammed up I’ll take the knee love is the key man Love will set you free but how much do they mean Birdy he my day one I’d kill if he needs At home my thoughts are racing like I wish I could be graduating Court’s got me isolated got me fucking aggravated Agitated but I’m always motivated But I get so irritated cuz I can’t get medicated I miss all of my niggas from the ‘Kee and the ‘Velt Here how I couldn’t see them you don’t know how that felt They was all there waiting for the day that I got out Ya since I got indicted ya I know there’s been a drought I’ve always been that nigga who got the deals on the loud Woods gotta be some honey bourbon or some fuckin stouts These niggas trying to tell my story I know they got their doubts My name on the news but I don’t care about the clout I can hear Birdy calling Yeah I can hear Apollo calling I can hear L calling Yeah I can hear Cooly calling I can hear my shmigas calling Yeah I can hear G calling I can hear Selena calling Yeah I can hear my nina calling I got this fucking brick on my ankle now They be wondering how I do it they be asking how Putting in work I’m always cashing out Boutta cop a Louis belt cuz I got some style Hit it from the back she might stay a while She love what I do she love my lifestyle Can’t f*ck with none you snakes, you’s a crocodile Just praying for the best when I go to trial The feds caught me lacking that’s my own fault I should’ve played it smarter such a big fucking part Thumbing through the bread we call that shit al-a-carte But seeing me in shackles that tore my mom apart Sometimes I sit alone and just think What could I have done different what could I still be I miss facing blunts and sipping on the drink Man I wish that in my Fanta be always turning pink This is a true story this whole rap be some facts Gotta serve my probation before I can get back to the trap I’ll these fools spitting wack well I be spitting crack And don’t you forget it’s Escobar on the track