Songtext Tell you the truth Drakeo The Ruler

Tell you the truth

You fightin' life, sometimes you get lonely
Cook the beef up, sometimes I get hungry
The problems that I'm dealin' with is really mental
Your friends died, we ain't showin' you no sympathy
Bro, don't sneak diss on Drakeo,?he?with'the shit
When shells'drop, don't got?a problem if he hit a kid
I'm the type that be gone in a jiffy
I aired the crowd out with all odds against me

Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business

You all up in a nigga's face, I don't know nothin'
He ninety-nine percent tough, he get the whole hundred
Left a nigga haulin' ass like he stole somethin'
They sayin' to me the shells took all his clothes from him
ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me
The Ruler in the booth, it's gon' be a cold summer
ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me
The Ruler in the booth, it's gon' be a cold summer

Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business
Tell you the truth, I don't even know these niggas
Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga
Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'
Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business

I'm finna fuck these niggas over with no relation
A hundred shots on standby, I hope he make it
Gotta take the trash out, niggas always hatin'
In my rear is a nigga that's always fakin'
Killers on standby, they always waitin'
I'm the nigga from the block where they hardly make it
I don't play with lil' kids when I'm chit-chattin'
Since he got a potty mouth, I'ma shit-bag him
It's a present in the box and I gift-wrapped it
He tough on his birthday, but ain't shit active
Twelve shots when they heard 12, they gave him ten after
R.I.P. bro, he was a good kid actor

Haha
Woo, that's heat
I was rappin', bro, what you say?
You didn't see me with the paper in my hand rappin', bro?
Ah, what'd you say?
What he say?
It wasn't worth it, it wasn't and I'ma tell you what
If there is a street code, right? If there is a street code and there's somethin' so
So-called as loyalty and everything and no snitchin' and all of that?
I get it, right?
Listen, I snitched, I ratted, but who was I supposed to be loyal to?
If you can't be loyal to me out here in the free world
And you fuckin' my baby mom
And while I'm out on tour makin' money for all of us
You back at home sleep with my baby mom
Then I get kidnapped and you try to kill me?
If you can't be loyal to me out here in the free world
What makes you think if I would've held it down, you wouldn't violate me in the prison?
Stab me up, poke me up in my neck, whatà?
I'm not gon' lose my life over, over, over no hater
Over no, "Yo, you did the wrong thing"
Nah, y'all understand it, y'all don't wanna understand it
Y'all don't wanna understand it
But anyway, look
I'ma put it like this, right?
I love you guys
Thank you for helping me come back as strong as possible
I wanna shout out, um
My lawyer Lance Lazzaro
I wanna shout out Michael Longyear, um, Jacob Warren, uh
I wanna say thank you to, you know, the, the, the judge for, you know, allowing me to come home to my family
To let me celebrate a birthday out here with my family, you know
And I appreciate that
As much as you guys wanna paint me out to be a
I appreciate every little thing and I didn't do nothin' wrong
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