"Tell The Truth" lyrics

Yeah
Y'all niggas gon' have to understand me on this bitch
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? (I got Brizz on the beat, he go crazy)

Ayy, I'm like a mental patient when I'm in the booth (Uh-huh)
That lyin' shit get you nowhere, so l'ma tell the truth (On God)
Nigga think he safe behind that Pooh, but I can tell it's you
This college bitch love to suck us up, she go to LSU
The shit I'm doin' now got me thinkin' about the past (Still)
On my way to school with that shit up in my bag
Blues and fifties in my pocket, you think I brought the flag
You only live once, can't die twice, so you ain't coming back (At all)

I was fucked up for a minute, but I'm coming back (I'm here)
I want him to think that I missed because I'm coming back
I told Mar I don't trust these niggas around me, so he brought the strap
It's another gun up in my car, that's why I'm jogging back
We ain't running out (Naw)
Was born on the Northside, was raised on the South, yeah (On God)
Almost had some kids, that's them stains on the couch
Couldn't afford a gun, I got that flame on me now
Who wanna bang with me now? (Bitch)
Glocky used to be a plain jane, it's a switchy now (Yeah)
I done finally got up in that lane, I ain't switchin' out (Yeah)
You need me more than I need you, bro, I ain't missin' out (Fuck you)
You need money just to beef with niggas, bro, I'm richer now
My Scat all black (Black), my bitch ass fat (Yeah)
Niggas think that I ain't ready (Fuck it), my shoes in my bag (Bitch)
Part-time mechanic, I got tools in my bag (Yeah)
Nigga, I got everything I need, I don't want for shit
Nigga, you don't need to smoke no weed if you can't cop a zip
I been chillin', lettin' niggas breathe, I'm finna pop my shit (Nigga)
Brake pads on the ARP, this bitch'll stop a whip
Tell bro you better get your girl before that's not your bitch (On God)
If I ain't gettin' money, then I'm stayin' out the way (On God)
I told her I'm tryna fuck, I ain't finna play no games
I ain't really worried 'bout them niggas, they ain't got no aim
I ain't really worried 'bout no nigga, bitch, I'm with the gang
New chain, thousand-dollar shoe game (Hah)
I was in LA playin' my new shit for 2 Chainz (Shit)
I was seein' titties as a boy like I'm 2 Chainz (Shit)
Case a nigga rob me for one, that's why I got two flames, nigga (Bitch)
Two guns on me, nigga (Yop), and I'm a two-time felon (What?)
You hidin' while they shootin' (Uh-huh), I'm runnin' to a weapon (On God)
Finna take the street sign, bitch we own, the whole McClellan (Fuck)
Call some hoes up to the stu' just to fuck after the session
And after that, we ain't do no texting (Uh-uh)
I already fucked you, now I want your best friend (Come on)
Nigga, you can't chill up in my booth, get a section
Always keep a mag up in my pocket for protection

Ayy, I'm like a mental patient when I'm in the booth (Yeah)
That lyin' shit get you nowhere, so l'ma tell the truth (On God)
Nigga think he safe behind that Pooh, but I can tell it's you (Bitch)
This college bitch love to suck us up, she go to LSU
The shit I'm doin' now got me thinkin' about the past (Yeah)
On my way to school with that shit up in my bag
Blues and fifties in my pocket, you think I brought the flag
You only live once, can't die twice, so you ain't coming back (At all)