221 Blu - To Tell the Truth (feat. Preast OG)

Peeping the game and I'm seeing a whole lot of dumb shit
I guess I'm too old in my ways
See a bullet for clout ain't a vibe I can run wit
Killing for drugs or a tweet ain't my style
I'm too cool man I don't have the stomach
The bag that you geeking and tweaking for, gone in a week or so
This is disgusting
Shorties with nothing be capping their friends for car notes
Imagine a G on his name, the momma and daddy and even the dog go
That's poverty living, I'm tripping cause this is Chicago
No love in the squad though, that's hard bro
Bodies be hitting the wall and the ground like invalids practicing parkour
Man y'all know
It's kinda odd though, is it life that's mimicking art or
Art that's mimicking life, can't give them advice they living for barcodes
Not getting no stripes, it's all clothes
They spending your life in a mall bro
Pop and the carbon is still on his arm and a magazine left in your car door, shit
Back in the day I was hustling multiple customers
Running my team with some trust and I
Lost a few ducats, and work in the shuffle
Cause homies was careless and fucking up
Considered a penalty, shoot and get little
Destroy him like fuck all his feelings
Or leave him out all of my dealings
Or leave and just change up the way I was living

To tell the truth, that's all I know
Murder shit and write the truest shit a nigga ever spoke
To tell the truth, that's all I know
Swore to God I'll be the realest nigga that he ever mold

Cold nights on the corner I was aggy
Bundled up on the block like a baggy
All this heat for the stick up men
Desert eagle didn't help when the hawk used to slap me
Murder I actually wrote in the blood of niggas I actually smoke
All my ghost writers actually ghosts
So the top 5 dead or alive I'm both
Lesser niggas always doing the most
But under pressure they always broke
Out the way, I'm always low
But when you this fire, it's always smoke
You know my work I don't have to lie
You already know that's asinine
Same ole two step every time
Extendo clip and I rack the slide

My mission is giving the truth whenever I get in the booth
Deliver the feeling of dealing with drama then healing
Revealing that feeling to you
Hoping you find it appealing and willing to picture the value and put it to use
Consider this spilling of soul to the listener therapy you can apply if you choose
Thank you again

Written by:
Douglas Janney, Tre Ruffin

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