True (feat. King Cuhvee)

I don't f*ck with you no mo' I don't need no new bro bros Everything I do low low Sometimes you got to move solo Cut the grass and I do mow low I ain't one to fool no joke We don't really f*ck with you though Your flow is so so I'm solo so girl it's a no go Don't ask No pass for no one No handouts from no one Cause bitch I'm a grown man Conan flow oh damn Zoning to get on this whole jam Married to the game I can't be your boyfriend But get emotional when I hear slow jams Back to my room all alone with some lotion Back to the business I'm wishing they would Doubt us and count us out Probably should That's the same reason we getting so good And the reason I'm leaving my heart on these hooks And these verses I emerged up out of the mud Tough luck is nothing I stopped giving fucks Yall focused on stuntin' enough is enough Got me fucked up as f*ck homie you are not tough You and your whole crew are boo boo Like what you get chewed through I choose to do what I'm not used to Want to be my doll but bitch I do voodoo Your stuff is old news brodie this that new new Who knew I'd be back with this many vendettas Plan better Middle finger up talk with hand gestures Rap better You aint got to act clever Saying that I'm last never Cannot see me even at my half effort So f*ck what you think about me and my team And they doubt me like how could he reach such a thing And there's so many people that have the same dream In my city alone Why you rapping at me I dont want to hear you flow Yall mirror eachother I swear yall are clones Superior to you better act like you know Better back up I act up and I'm half passed go It's true I don't f*ck with you no mo' I don't need no new bro bros Everything I do low low True Sometimes you got to move solo Cut the grass and I do mow low I ain't one to fool no joke Hop in this bitch like a baby Lost in the mix underated Haters So quick with the glazing After my dick like I'm Chaney Fuckin' with the team is just crazy Bringing heat to the beef like it Beijing Can't stop my hustle Push them off like Russell Watch you tumble and then shoot it in your face see They itchin' for a clout shout Nigga will the foul mouth Did it from the ground out Digging myself out how They wanna come around now Thinking that we pal pals Tryna' have a pow wow I been thinking out loud Cause it make me feel better Wrote myself a heal letter Might be on the Ill spectrum I wonder why they still let a Nigga strung on pills get a Shot at becoming the president Let's take a shot here's one for the president Rappers are frauds endorsing their negligence I spit it raw but walk like a gentleman Take a day off nah rather get a lick I got some balls yall haters get to lick You'd do me wrong as long it benefit Cutting them off watching them wreck their whip I'm out this bitch thank my exorcist Still kind of pissed that my ex exists No credit for clips you an extra in The factor know Izzy the X in this Only friend that chill with is Benjamin Frank Too many niggas just switch up and fake With They intention to switch in your place Dead to me mentally pissin' on graves I don't f*ck with you no mo' I don't need no new bro bros Everything I do low low True Sometimes you got to move solo Cut the grass and I do mow low I ain't one to fool no joke I don't f*ck with you no mo' I don't need no new bro bros Everything I do low low Sometimes you got to move solo Cut the grass and I do mow low I ain't one to fool no joke