Lil' Redd and Yung X9 - The Truth

Can you tell them nigga's,
come back around

Dead brains in my pocket,
Throw it Underground,
My mind is not sound,

Overdosing on cough syrup,
Bitch I’m bout to drown,

You can try me,I’m not frowning 

This life is a fake,I know I made mistakes
The truth is the world is asleep

Catch the beeper the code is 01
To Much sauce,

Is it off,It’s automatic
Aww that’s Tragic

This niggá's is capping 
Them nigga's be trapping 

My nigga trippie 
Is really mad and 
He is not happy 

We use reverse Psychology
To trap and play lamar 

Grab the gat ,We going to blast him to the stars
I’m talking  planet Mars 

Damn,I hope I see shooting stars
We’re he at 

Pull The trigger Kill this nigga 
Talking first-degree murder

Yeah, big gas I like to 
smoke up

Big gats we toting poles bra, 
we gonna expose ya, 

Do You think I really know ya
In trenches smoking gas, 
do you really think I give 
A fuck

Chilling with my woadies
 And sliming an we on
too Sum 

Glad to have a roof some 
Niggas don’t have one 

The truth is, is y’all nigga’s woke,
The truth is, is y’all nigga’s woke,
The truth is do you want the smoke

We got them poles at your door 
recruiting and we killing folks

Once my niggas out of
Jail we sliming if they tell

Fire a nigga up with the
Grease who want the smoke

Kicking down your door kill 
Yo dad and yo kind folks

I’m tired of you hating on 
The boy Though

I’m tired of you playing with my life
No game bro

I’m tired of you thinking that clones
We got a life bro

Written by:
Lil Redd, Yung X9

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