Badnewspanashe - The Truth Lyrics

Tryna take a demon out my past, hope my momma never get the chance to see my gat
Niggas that I knew would always wanna turn their back
Now they always message me to compliment my stats
Even stretched my pinky out, I swear that shit compacted
But niggas broke the pact and left the com that's why I laugh
Remember how I started second last, then I got the pen
Transformation then became the ultimate lad.
Still I ain't trip, even though I knew the uber driver
Still I ain't trip, even though I had a hundred lighters
On the beat I'm Michail Mayers, daddy said I needed guidance
But still I be undecided. Would you get a pullman or an Aston Martin
But my heart the only thing that's chauffeur driven
And my death the only thing that's ever been a given
Don't believe in gimmicks, if I died tonight do you reckon that you'll be forgiven
For The sins that you committed, only thing is still repentance
Hope I don't replenish, only getting started but already I can see the finish
If I die tonight, I just hope I had these tunes finished
I just Trayn produce it and tell em that I always had it
In me, it's hard to get it out of me
Told my momma that I made another enemy
Cause having enemies, means there's people envying
The fact there's people loving you, it's greater than you'd ever think
Fast life nigga I could never blink
Even though I'm drunk hand me another drink
They say the chain cannot be stronger than it's weakest link
So I'm crossing niggas out like a crucifix
It's hard to find a nigga spitting harder shit
Cause my bars is even rarer than the moon eclipse
I'll probably do this shit, until I get to 36, but let me get to 23
Then Imma go Lebron with this

Gas me up, I'll probably burn the filling station
All I need is pen and paper and some motivation
To make the crowd rock, give it extra elevation
It took like half a year to be an overnight sensation
Don't mistake this for the intro, call me incognito, when in public give no info
Would you get the moarse code, if I gave you all the signals
Or should I make it simple? Spell it out? Yeah bingo
It's nothing out the usual, wise man made it sound so simple
If they don't get to use you, then they won't know how to use you
Put away the money, if you have it, that's an issue
They'll be on your case like lawyers fighting Mogadishu
I'm just tryna blow it all and make it back ten fold

Really have to choose?
The longest distance runners probably struggle in my shoes
I guess I need a license just to shoot the grey goose
Is there a better intro than a PJ on the roooof
Oh Lord, I make music to impress me
From rapping about a dream I had when I was in Guissepe
Now I'm in Guisseppe
At the top right in the guest suite, all the eyes on me, think I'm touring Mississippi
Oh Lord I guess it's true
An artist's deepest secrets are revealed inside the booth
We treat the beats like therapists obliged to tell the truth
Enchanted by pianos, and we cursed by f*cking flutes
But in secret, I'd rather be alone inside a coupe
With hundred dollar bills listening when I'm talking too
Money talks but never sells my secrets for loot
Mixtape in September, but the EP coming soon. News