Lil $ave - Authentic Sobriety (feat. Lil7zay)

The more the heart breaks, the more the variety
The more the snakes, the more of a rivalry
The less of a hoe, the less show of anxiety
The authentic truth of authentic sobriety

Putting my foot down, bouta' make the ground shake
Putting my bread away, bouta 'stack up my cash tray

Finna' drop authentic truth on each and every verse
When a hoe claims you, she gon' leave you at your worst

Tell a bitch I ain't got no time for no games
Matter in fact, know what my last bitch thinking
Like holy shit Lil Ave you made It
Well no shit I made It, never thought I could make It

The biggest heartbreaks are the biggest mistakes
The toughest regret was my past with your head aches
Now you're long gone forever and ever
Finna' drop some heat, I'm bouta' change the weather

Now I'm making moves like a cheat code hoe
Running this shit up like some blacktop bro
Sad bitch, good brain, good sucking tho
Savage, money rain, guap I know

So don't ever ask me how pussy taste
Versace all on my plate (Yuh dig)
I know I wasn't on my level last year
But now I got hoes calling from both ears

One me, like first place
I'm catching bodies, never catch a case
Home run I'm 4th base
You can try, and catch my plate

We in this bitch like we going In, yeah we diving In
Yeah we jumping In, Ima' king like checkmate
To my dick riders how my dick taste?

The more the heart breaks, the more the variety
The more the snakes, the more of a rivalry
The less of a hoe, the less show of anxiety
The authentic truth of authentic sobriety

Putting my foot down, bouta' make the ground shake
Putting my bread away, bouta' stack up my cash tray

Finna' drop authentic truth on each and every verse
When a hoe claims you, she gon' leave you at your worst

The more the heart breaks, the more the variety
The more the snakes, the more of a rivalry
The less of a hoe, the less show of anxiety
The authentic truth of authentic sobriety

Putting my foot down (Bouta' make the ground shake)
Putting my bread away (Bouta' stack up my cash tray)

Finna' drop authentic truth (On each and every verse)
When a hoe claims you, she gon' leave you at your worst

Let's go, still getting paid just to rap to the verses
Cleaning my name, still breaking off the curses
Body this beat, they gon' need all the nurses
I don't needa' rap back, Ion' needa' reverse It

Putting my cap back, ain't no more cursing
Don't let me talk cause I get the work In
No I ain't baby but I gotta' Burkin
They fucking with me, now I got em' all nervous

I came up from flipping the burgers
To chilling wit' bosses and swerving
No ganja but I got the product
The Louis an Fendi, and Dolce Gobbana

No one can hold me, nobody can stop me
I'm shooting like Kobe and no you can't drop me
Know that I'm popping, I'm talking to Lil Ave
We upping our profit, I told em' I got em'

The more the heart breaks (The more the variety)
The more the snakes (The more of a rivalry)
The less of a hoe (The less show of anxiety)
The authentic truth of (Authentic sobriety)

Putting my foot down, (Bouta' make the ground shake)
Putting my bread away, (Bouta' stack up my cash tray)

Finna' drop authentic truth on (Each and every verse)
When a hoe claims you, (She gon' leave you at your worst)

Don't believe a bitch If she be with her friends
She gonna start yelling some stupid bullshit
Then she gon' lie and say she ain't suck dick
But I swear you did this this last weekend

Shit that you say and the shit that you do
The fact you cheat and you act like I won't know
If I'm being honest, found out you was a hoe like 4 days ago hoe

Written by:
Averyn Allen

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