Z-Ro, Lil Keke - Let the Truth Be Told lyrics

Time to let the truth be told
It ain't no brighter days
Cause when it all unfolds
A nigga gon just pass away
These haters, trying to stop my grind
But, I bet them hoes, can't block my shine
So tired of taking losses, not this time
I can't save the whole world
I'm just trying to look out for mine

I been getting a lot of exposure lately
On niggas songs and in they videos
Cause they know I'm a OG
Not an original gangsta but
An organized general
They see me pulling up in my 300 banging
Gators on my feet and jewelry dangling
Everybody love the way I look on the outside
But inside I be paining
Is it ever gonna stop raining
Nothing but thunderstorm clouds
Hover above me
Shit I use to break my back to
Make sure my niggas was straight
But they still don't love me
That's why it's no more pain on my lower arm
And one deep tatted on my other arm
If you see me looking in y'all direction
I'm not about to speak fin
To do you motherfuckers harm
Got seventeen albums and they all selling
So tell me why the fuck
My pockets ain't swelling
Ain't never did nothing to nobody
That didn't have it coming to
'em bitch I'm a felon
Feel like I was failing God tell
Me when I'm gon win
You know when I'm blessed you
Know when I'm gon sin
You were there at the beginning of my days
I'm just hoping I see you
After all my days end
And I don't give a damn
What these people say
Half the people in the church got evil ways
I was just looking to make a lil' scrilla
But it turned a lil' Christian
Into a lil' killer
From label to label and gun to rifle
It's a forward march ain't no time to retreat
If you able to save a nation go 'head
But, I'm struggling to get
Myself some'ing to eat

No more struggling
Backwards hustling this is my year
I been in the game since 9-5
Bitch I'm still here
I hear that background that side talk
That cheek bumping
If you don't like who I signed
(Swishahouse) , then give me some'ing
Just six months ago
They said the Don was all over
But, I just tightened my flow built the buzz
And came colder i touch them street G's
Them go-getters and crack stars
You six feet deep or somewhere asleep
Behind them iron bars
Cause, I done knocked off plenty cars
And knocked off plenty hoes
Then pulled up plenty shows
Candy paint and glass 4's
Look at 'em whispering
Like some hoes on the sideline
They second string and cheerleading
While I'm getting mine i know I been down
Can't wait till the next round
Tomorrow's tomorrow
But today nigga it's right now
It's Ke and Ro
And fa sho that's a gangsta hit
Get up out our life ho
Get up off our dick trick