The Truth (Part 2) - Caskey

Gotta vent, let me circumnavigate the globe

I’m not a trick, so I probably agitate these hoes

In and out the bank, that my favorite place to go

When you’ve been down bad and stuck on the flo'

And at an all-time low, I got some haters, let 'em all die slow

I got some family who know all my soul

I give 'em flowers while they still here, yeah, ayy

I’ll give y’all hell because that’s all I know

I’m just a outlaw, stuck on a bike

Hand clutchin' on my fo'-five, bust at yo' life

Find myself thinkin' about pops once every night

It’s like when shit goin' good, it feel like somethin' isn’t right

I can’t seem to get my head straight

Cut you off because you dead weight

Plus you only come around to get your bread straight

Last year, I was tryin' hard not to medicate

Why when I need you on time, you forever late?

The truth come out in the end and it never fails

I had to make a quick decision, was it heads or tails?

An outcast in a city full of Jazzy Belles

Tryin' to win when my people used to havin' L’s, yeah

Lost my pops at sixteen

Lost myself, same time, I sipped lean

Popped pills, visualize my life on the big screen

Before they go to sleep, make sure these kids dream

And know that everything possible

I could do it, you could do it, it’s more than probable

Told myself, this year I’m gon' be unstoppable

So if you think that hate gon' slow me down, man, it’s comical

I sip, got a bottle full, pain, got a lotta that

Universe throwin' signs, I gotta follow that

Heart on my sleeve 'cause I’m so well aware of what I could be

I don’t need no love from y’all 'cause I got so much from me

And I don’t need to hate on y’all 'cause that ain’t my cup of tea

Y’all miserable as fuck and that ain’t my company

If I cry, it’s in a Rolls 'cause I’m so luxury

You can fuck with who you want but you cannot fuck with me

I’m too secure within myself, bro

I could get butt-ass naked and walk on Melrose

Bitch, I’m from a city where they only serve elbows

People like to film shoot outs on they cell phones

That’s just where I really been, in the car, got the semi in

Just in case you actin' stupid, gotta get it in

I never looked up to many men

I did this shit by myself like 50 Cent

So I don’t never need your fifty cents

I left from Miami, ain’t seen Billy since, yeah

They found the killers and they makin' sense

They ever let them pussies free, I’ma make attempts

I can’t seem to get my head straight

Cut y’all off because you pussy and you dead weight

Plus you only come around to get your bread straight

Why when I need you on time, you forever late?

And why when you needed the truth, I was never fake?

Yeah, that’s why I gotta keep my distance forever, mane