Drakeo The Ruler, JoogSZN - Tell You the Truth lyrics

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
RIP 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, what?
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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