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