Two Truths and a Lie Video (MV)

Dope feign got vitiligo
Cant keep a job but she keep a high though
Spend most of her time between Newton and Monroe
Hollering at old head with bagged up bottles
Used to have a son he was young and handsome
15 young mother still glad she had him
Daddy out the picture by the fifth birthday
But the way he say 'momma' get her through her worst days
Never had much food gas electric
Work her fingers to the bone to keep his feet the freshest
Breezing through high school with little effort
She look at him and see the future so she call him precious
Hoping he'll be a freshman up at the college
She helped him get a job just to keep him honest
Leaving work got stopped and a cop shot him
Now all those 'Rest in Peace' shirts just haunt her conscious

If the live we live the we choose
Then you choose to win or choose to lose
You could make that play or make the news all good
Either way just lace them shoes you heard

Fated lovers meeting on the humble
Trying to keep just exchanging of the numbers
Shit was like a fairy tale he faker then a frog prince
Cheating like a mofo cant even pay his part rent
When she question he throw hands, she gotta fight back
He go to jail, she post bail, now they right back
Stealing out the pocket book lying bout the drug charge
Failing all the piss test claiming that he Body God
F*cking on like four bitches giving hoes BV
Borrow this borrow that never can repay see
Them the type niggas that be f*cking all your credit up
And when you try to leave them they just try to get you pregnant
Alone broke and desperate he move on with another bitch
She caught them in the parking lot Ruger by the side shit
Said its four of us here somebody got to die bitch
Its four of us here somebody got to die bitch

If the life we live the life we choose
Then you choose to win or choose to lose
You can make that play or make the news
Either way you just lace them shoes ya heard

He said his eyes closed but his mind open
I laugh like nigga you just high,we smoking
Like how you gonna focus you cant even see the picture
But if you down to get it then I'm down to get it with ya
Treat it like I'm his sister, he older than me
In years not mentally or emotionally
Just another brother I know who tired of the struggling
Used to do music but the tunes was not bubbling
Living off a check that he getting from somewhere
Daughter got autism babymomma got no cares
Stress shows in his skin his hair
The way that he guzzle beer is wears his stare

If the life we live the life we choose
Then you choose to win or choose to lose
You could make that play or make the news all good
Either way you just lace them shoes ya heard