Yeah the truth might hurt but let me hear it
I been thru hell im still alive so let me handle it
Let the smoke fill the room up the ceiling
So high i prolly wont even remember it
And all that negativity i don’t want none it
I hold the door and let her thru my mom done raise gentleman
Yeah the truth might hurt but let me hear it
I dont complain i prove em wrong thats from my dad im proud of it
And all that negativity i don’t want none it
I hold the door and let her thru my mom done raise gentleman
Yeah the truth might hurt but let me hear it
I dont complain i prove em wrong thats from my dad im proud of it
LSD mind opening feel my point of views
Scrolling through the gram fake news ain't nothing new
Most likely because most can't swallow the truth
But fuck the babyboomers I’m talking to the youth
Always keep doing you 'Til you reach your funeral
They be quick to judge a nigga like a criminal
Quick to remind you that you are non identical
But look who's being skeptical when it gets technical
God Cypher Divine lyrical miracle
Hitting you with my atypical design of syllables
First time Dolo played that track that shit gave me the chills
Now I feel like Jimmy Hendrix in the 70s
That was right before he died he made us feel alive
Now we gotta grind ’til our music gets immortalized
Fertilize the minds of all the blinds now the mentally starving ones
Following the Sun
Yeah the truth might hurt but let me hear it
I been thru hell im still alive so let me handle it
Let the smoke fill the room up the ceiling
So high i prolly wont even remember it
And all that negativity i don’t want none it
I hold the door and let her thru my mom done raise gentleman
Yeah the truth might hurt but let me hear it
I dont complain i prove em wrong thats from my dad im proud of it
And all that negativity i don’t want none it
I hold the door and let her thru my mom done raise gentleman
Yeah the truth might hurt but let me hear it
I dont complain i prove em wrong thats from my dad im proud of it
The truth is they dont really care about a nigga
Half of them be fake its like the Gucci that u copped in china
They say they wanna help on tv just so they look better
But when its time to take actions they gone leave a brother
By himself in the dark
Looking up at the stars
You lied to me right from the start
Talk is cheap thats why you niggas prolly can afford it
Mouth wide open look at you wasting your investment
I sent a beat to Unique and he fucking killed it
I sent a addy to my niggas watch your ass they coming
But thats just how my family does it nigga
Automatic
So don’t make me go and get the money from the attic
The truth is im respectful and smart
My mom done raise a gentleman but that i said it from the start
The other truth is im a gangster ass nigga
So if you fucking with the crew
I hope you sleeping with a bulletproof