Yeah
M-A-C
The truth is
You niggas be telling stories
Look
Mission City Music
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
Look
F*ck that sugar coatin shit
I'm wit that shoot it all n then reload the shit
I got the scope but we aint needa to focus it
I'm on ya head with 10 of um before you even notice it
N they been tryna hurt me
I'm gods child but the devil has cursed me
RIp SLABS Maclay Ave til they murk me
Throw up my hands shots flash if you chirping (why you chirping)
Cuz f*ck that shit Im tired of being Mr. Nice Guy
You nigga finna turn me back to Mr. Drive By
Mr. F*ck yo momma and you kids let that 9 fly
Mr. Go piss on yo grave n post it on my timeline
I heard that pillow talking That weak shit you poppin
You gone make me have yo daughter see you Ina coffin
Street sweepers then I come through there and mop it
Aim at it and shoot to blow up any muthaf*ckin car you hop in
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
I can't trust you niggas
Can't trust you hoes
Can't trust nobody but my momma on the code
I been the shooter prosecutor give me four
So I did the time and didn't answer questions Im like I dont know
They like who the shooter (I don't know)
Who the mover (I don't know)
What's this about Franky how's it relate to ya (I don't know)
You wanna be facing murder cuz you lying (I don't know)
You wanna give me a name or do the time (I said I don't now)
Aint no talking on this side, we pop it on this side
Love none f*ck twice if that bitch wanna get pipe
Load it up and call the clique if they wanna lift pipe
We surgical with this shit Jake
Look Its been a minute, but I run it
Got you niggas mad becaus your bitches love it
Got that AR just in case you acting funny
If I need a bigger gun you know I'm callin HUNNIDZ
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
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English
Yeah
M-A-C
The truth is
You niggas be telling stories
Look
Mission City Music
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
Look
F*ck that sugar coatin shit
I'm wit that shoot it all n then reload the shit
I got the scope but we aint needa to focus it
I'm on ya head with 10 of um before you even notice it
N they been tryna hurt me
I'm gods child but the devil has cursed me
RIp SLABS Maclay Ave til they murk me
Throw up my hands shots flash if you chirping (why you chirping)
Cuz f*ck that shit Im tired of being Mr. Nice Guy
You nigga finna turn me back to Mr. Drive By
Mr. F*ck yo momma and you kids let that 9 fly
Mr. Go piss on yo grave n post it on my timeline
I heard that pillow talking That weak shit you poppin
You gone make me have yo daughter see you Ina coffin
Street sweepers then I come through there and mop it
Aim at it and shoot to blow up any muthaf*ckin car you hop in
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
I can't trust you niggas
Can't trust you hoes
Can't trust nobody but my momma on the code
I been the shooter prosecutor give me four
So I did the time and didn't answer questions Im like I dont know
They like who the shooter (I don't know)
Who the mover (I don't know)
What's this about Franky how's it relate to ya (I don't know)
You wanna be facing murder cuz you lying (I don't know)
You wanna give me a name or do the time (I said I don't now)
Aint no talking on this side, we pop it on this side
Love none f*ck twice if that bitch wanna get pipe
Load it up and call the clique if they wanna lift pipe
We surgical with this shit Jake
Look Its been a minute, but I run it
Got you niggas mad becaus your bitches love it
Got that AR just in case you acting funny
If I need a bigger gun you know I'm callin HUNNIDZ
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
M-A-C
The truth is
You niggas be telling stories
Look
Mission City Music
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
Look
F*ck that sugar coatin shit
I'm wit that shoot it all n then reload the shit
I got the scope but we aint needa to focus it
I'm on ya head with 10 of um before you even notice it
N they been tryna hurt me
I'm gods child but the devil has cursed me
RIp SLABS Maclay Ave til they murk me
Throw up my hands shots flash if you chirping (why you chirping)
Cuz f*ck that shit Im tired of being Mr. Nice Guy
You nigga finna turn me back to Mr. Drive By
Mr. F*ck yo momma and you kids let that 9 fly
Mr. Go piss on yo grave n post it on my timeline
I heard that pillow talking That weak shit you poppin
You gone make me have yo daughter see you Ina coffin
Street sweepers then I come through there and mop it
Aim at it and shoot to blow up any muthaf*ckin car you hop in
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
I can't trust you niggas
Can't trust you hoes
Can't trust nobody but my momma on the code
I been the shooter prosecutor give me four
So I did the time and didn't answer questions Im like I dont know
They like who the shooter (I don't know)
Who the mover (I don't know)
What's this about Franky how's it relate to ya (I don't know)
You wanna be facing murder cuz you lying (I don't know)
You wanna give me a name or do the time (I said I don't now)
Aint no talking on this side, we pop it on this side
Love none f*ck twice if that bitch wanna get pipe
Load it up and call the clique if they wanna lift pipe
We surgical with this shit Jake
Look Its been a minute, but I run it
Got you niggas mad becaus your bitches love it
Got that AR just in case you acting funny
If I need a bigger gun you know I'm callin HUNNIDZ
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in the face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
The truth is
These niggas throw dirt on my name
Then call me brotha when they look me in my face
The truth is
I ain't been in the streets for days
But I'll hop off the porch if you got shit to say nigga
Writer: Paul Moreno
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid