the truth

ima die for being real aint no love is what I feel people tellin me chill there aint no love is this world my homie creeping with my girl thought there niggas thorough bullets spitting out the barrel weed smoke swirl cause niggas ain't real these bitches squirrels on my nuts I can't wait to bust just keep the faith in trust even tho we all fucked cause the money not anuff ask me who me can trust and why should I care when they all want me dead cause I'm focused making bread painting pictures so clear can read the thoughts in your head weed smoke in the air