Truth

[Verse 1: Pastor Dave] It's funny how I could rap about one thing and not be about it It's like if I said I love silence but I really shout it And I am just astounded Matter of fact dumbfounded At the fact that I'm not playing when I say that I'm doubted Listen to UOENO they say Titos the best one rapping dude Looking at my phone like your luck I'm not smashing you But UOENO that was a throw away verse that I was rapping dude Meanwhile I'm looking at your girl like why ain't we smashing boo Now the people like hey you guys should actually try rapping Like what I'm penning isn't fire am I lacking Cause the way the song come out is the same way that I imagine Full creative control now tell me what I established I do this for fun, not for counting dollars I could give a fuck about selling albums about counting dollars But if me jotting like a scholar gets me counting dollars Fuck a rhyme, count me in I'm bout counting dollars And at the moment I'm rapping like I don't give a fuck I'm just living it up and i been getting bucks Like I ain't scared I'll never get my life on track I'm in a rut But I was born in the ruff and my pops got us out homie what up Homie what's up maybe I've been lying to myself So many lies that I've been drowning myself But fuck it it gets me through the day I'm blinding myself But I'd go against my morals if I'm crying for help So this ain't me crying this is a therapy session Go ahead now and bury me with questions Say everything you hate about me that's inherently a lesson Maybe I'll change my ways, but that's the fair in me just guessing These past few bars Have been pretty vague but I shouldn't say What's in the back of my mind or maybe I could but In a different way And I would've but it would put you in a different place A few steps ahead, maybe you'd be down but this nigga ain't I refuse to be a fool, dancing on the strings you hold And I couldn't really care less truth be told But you can't help if your mind wanders and leaves you so Consumed by a thought you ain't sleeping tho But ask joey I'm sleeping tho Been the realest motherfucker since 3 weeks old Make sure my brothers get it popping on the weekend tho I don't get drunk anymore so crystal clear is how I see it so You gone have to pay me to give a fuck like a prostitute And hey don't get it twisted, it's not just you It's these motherfuckers trying to get under my skin But I won't let em in I won't let em get that win I'm the type to keep everything bottled up homie They told me that ain't good I said that's not enough for me What you mean? I said I been a piece of shit so I ain't seeking shit Just leave me be self destruction is the least It could get That's the least it could get And that'll lead to some shit But fuck it forget it Forget it for fuck it I'm not playing when I say these motherfuckers gone love it There's gonna be a day where I just hit rock bottom And everybody gone look the other way like that's not my problem But until then I'ma keep making music Gonna better myself and for nobody I'm gone prove it I'm done I got just 2 more bars after this before I loose it This food for thought I just hope that you use it [Interlude: Pastor Dave] I just hope that you use it So like... I was just on Twitter one day and i seen this tweet This bad bitch tweeted it and it inspired me to write these 2 bars And after that I lost it [Verse 2: Pastor Dave] What's worse regretting you did or you didn't Or the way you did wasn't the way you envisioned Or that you didn't you think about it every day every minute You can learn from your mistakes every day if you willing Thinking about approaching the situation in a different way will leave you wishing But if you don't speak your mind in some way something's missing It's like a hole in your soul feeling some type of way you'll feel imprisoned This my greatest written composition man I'm way over finished Man I'm just way over finished I haven't felt this way in a minute Feeling like I slave every minute To not get anywhere so I just slay every segment Am I wrong for wanting a bad bitch whose ass stands out like Monchy in a crowd full of white boys, or a right from mike Tys boy Compared to a jab from light dyke boy, I just like noise Pretty face Shinning it Tito blind fogging you in night boy Wake up in the morning with some wood she gone chop that shit She gone go for so long ima say stop that shit But she don't like when I yell at her she gone karate chop my dick We gone fight and make up sex ain't gone stop till six But that's the girl I'm gone get in my dreams Everybody saying it ain't how it seems But I just ignore the shit I'm sick of seeing Fuck it ima wait till I get rich and have myself a Billie Jean Have myself a Billie Jean Fuck you and your silly things Once again I'm chilling in the booth with my wife beater And on the mic or in life I ain't follow no fucking leaders [Outro: Pastor Dave] Never did I follow a leader Never did I follow a leader Never did I follow a leader