Paroles The truth Fredo

The truth

Let me tell you the truth

Before I get that work I need to check it first
They're hella nerds
They ain't on no smoke, they're tryna get on nerves
We wet up Ace, caught him and laid him down again like a better verse
Real hustler, I'll be sellin' work in the metaverse

And yeah, I made them sacrifices
You was at parties, I was in them traps, cat prescribin'
Standin' all day in Bills board, call it advertisin'
Now I'm here standin' shinin' and man don't like it
Let a bullet go in your man, go find it

Now let me teach you some lessons
The Porsche goes from nought to sixty in seconds
Nearly as quick as the Wesson
I really give them Rollies on my blocks to niggas as presents
Guess who did it next? I'm givin' them lessons, it isn't a question

And Double 'R' will tell you the car comes with umbrellas
But they won't mention all them brothers that's jealous
My next cold we call it "Under The Weather"But never ever tuck that under my sweater
Wish my young brother Suddy flung the Beretta
(Free him)

Through all the rumors and the gossipin'
The truth is that I'm profitin'
The truth is this year nobody is stoppin' him
The truth is that you're poor
The truth is that my villa tells niggas without me speakin'
"Take your shoes off at the door"
The truth is my girl's way more beautiful than yours
But it's true, if I don't fix up I'll be losin' her for sure
The truth is they don't tell the truth in their music anymore
But the truth is back, so here goes my truth and many more

The truth is I've been stuck between this music and the war
Google says I'm worth a couple mil, truth is that it's more
Ain't accounted for my streams from fiends and units of the raw
Used to get a magic ball Z and fuse it with the raw

First time I got a brick, had to jack it and lay low
Now my top says "Loewe" and the jacket's the same though
Yeah I'm lit but don't you ever dare try jackin' my chain though
Or you get hit with somethin' hotter than a jacket potato

I fell back for a sec but now I'm back in my lane though
With my bitch that's badder than J-Lo, from back in the day though
I see you gettin' tats like me but I'm actually Fredo
And it's a fact man can actually get clapped on my say so

If I say so myself the game's fake so I'm playin' it partial
If you ain't ready for the ball then I'll be playin' it past you
Still posted up weighin' up parcels
Only difference is my neighbors are players from Arsenal

Through all the rumors and the gossipin'
The truth is that I'm profitin'
The truth is this year nobody is stoppin' him
The truth is that you're poor
The truth is that my villa tells niggas without me speakin'
"Take your shoes off at the door"
The truth is my girl's way more beautiful than yours
But it's true, if I don't fix up I'll be losin' her for sure
The truth is they don't tell the truth in their music anymore
But the truth is back, so here goes my truth and many more