B.o.B, Trae Tha Truth - Ugly Truth lyrics

Jeah, you know they say the
Truth can get real ugly i feel that

I've seen the world
Done it all, had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now
Hot summer nights mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, the city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child

Will you still love me when I'm
No longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I
Got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when
I'm no longer beautiful

Jeah i'm in the hood looking at
Life feeling so lost
I'm from the place where
Everything is fucked up
They say a prayer to the
Father with something tucked up
They only fear premonition of
Getting brushed off
They never thought about living only
Hoping they wouldn't die
Knowing death is around the corner
Ignoring them like a lie turn back
Even if they could they wouldn't try
Hoping they could sneak their way up
In Heaven but couldn't fly
Lord come help us
I was looking for a blessing but
Felt like he left us
I was calling and reaching for him
So many they ain't even know 'em
Knowing that life I'm living here
Where he kept us
I sit and think about the truth
And know many hate 'em
Cause he ain't pretty on the cool
He was ugly as hell that's fucked up
Don't nobody wanna look in his face
They rather end up giving up or
Go sit in the cell
Sometimes I sit and still wonder
What they love the truth
For everything we've been through
But life ain't easy
These lies we live is what
They choose to accept
Knowing soon they going to crash
They don't wanna believe me
I know they will, I know they will
All these nights out here for
Going to get that steel
Ain't nothing the same but the
Battle on the field
I tell them do better wishing
They could know it's real

Uh laid back in a five fifty with a
Fine dime brizzle rollin' five swishes
She already know my intentions with her
But she stayed down like a wine cellar
Cause she rather be under my umbrella
Cause the sky might fall
That's some violent weather
Twenty five years, this is what I found out
Live it up, live it up 'til your time out
This is real life I don't
Know what they lyin' 'bout
Ballin' so hard you know
What they cryin' 'bout
I pull up about nine bitches climb out
All different kinds from Dubai to makia
All bow at the line when
You arrive at the hideout
And it's looking like a try out
A young nigga way off the meat rack
Little nigga welcome to the grind house
It's a whole different type of game
When it ain't about what the price 'bout
A young prince take time this
Is more than a vaca
This is more than a time out
But niggas so fake who these days
Shit should be a crime now
Real niggas chime in, fake niggas chime out
Bad bitches tuned in, Bobby Ray signing out

The world, lit it up as my stage now
Channeling angels in, the new age now