My Truth

Listen, lies I was told, up to eleven years old, I Thought my step pop, what's my real pop Whoa Then how the f*ck does that go? Confused as a Teenager, got me wondering like Are we one and the same, or are we nothing alike? Do I speak with his tone, or am I close to his Height? Did he dribble and drive, or did he f*ck with The mic? Shit, time progresses Gotta eliminate those stresses, nights is getting Longer, sleeps is getting restless Tryna win a game with so many contestants, I took a Breath, then I took a step in Shit I thought I was the best, then one best friend, my other niggas is gone So I stay on my dolo, leave them other niggas alone, Love my home, but I'm tryna see some Other shit, combine the knowledge that I'm coming With, Cali boy, but New York summer lit Down to Maryland, moving like the government, Suit and tie, still looking like the brother Man, men in black, still on my deep cover, man, shit They tryna put me under, man So I would never expect niggas to understand, I had A baby with a crazy bitch, that wasn't a plan Shit, like a final exam, I took my pen and my pad, got Right in the lap Started swinging with the left, followed up with the jab Pulling up in the cab, driving through Times Square, Got my bands in the back Pull up in luxury spots, up on the ave, tell the driver To keep the change from the fucking tab I'm like McNabb with the quick pass, I tip passed on Your bitch ass, I hide the tree in my bitch Bag, oh yo bitch bad, it's kinda looking like your Bitch trash, I appreciate the love And the hate, that's how I'm able to look all these Fakes in they face, that's how I'm able To elevate with such grace, that's how I'm able to Stack cake and touch states, stop playing with me