The Truth Lyrics

Uuh, shawty
Things are gonna get easier
Uuh, shawty
To get brighterI'm focused all on the vision
That's the piece that was missing
I ain't doing no dissing
This is self innovation
Yeah, nigga was trippin'
So much time I was spending
Fell in love with these hoes
And not in love with my business
Said, I'm in love with the crown
In the roof, they don't mind
If you let this politics to get you every time
It got me smoking on that weed
Drinking off that Chev till I looked upon the mirror
And I asked myself what happened?
Oh, what happened to that nigga???

What happened to that lone nigga that's getting all them hoes?
What happened to my lone nigga that's been posting at home?
What happened?
What happened to that young nigga he used to go so high?
What happened to that lone nigga that sang from his heart?
What happened to that lone nigga that used to give to his hoe?
What happened?
It's just the truth, y'all
I let the shit take my passion,
I got it back now, oh yeah
I remember I was fifteen, Pharrell told me
Keep showing these niggas they can't do what you do
That's how I knew this shit was real
That this shit was destined
Did it do what imagined? Put my shit on the shelves
They told me I wasn't ready, the shit is bad for my health
I sent a letter to Ashley asking where was the help?
If you ain't fucking with it, I'ma do this shit by myself
They decided to drop me, sponge the fire inside me
I'ma make this shit happen when all day was a homie
I'ma make this shit happen with the hoodie right behind me
I'll put it all on the line, I'll do it all for the family
And now I'm bringing back that lone nigga that's rocking all of these shows
I'm bringing back that lone nigga that's fucking all of these hoes
I'm bringing back that lone nigga you see upon the TV
That lone nigga that made a million four time fifty
So, next time I'm in LA, you see my dad on???
Tell that nigga no more worries, I'ma throw one more million
Throw one more million, throw my mama a million
'Cause she quit her carrier to make sure I was filming
I was on the TV, niggas know I was killing
Made a million in my teens, them niggas know I was killing
But what happened? What you do?
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