drawing symbols

this shit called the truth

dubba-aa flex

know what i'm sayin'

no rap clout

nigga really be goin' through some shit

gotta let a motherfucker know

know what i'm sayin'

you don't know a nigga like we do

this shit called the truth

this is the sound

they say choppa got a baby

he ain't nothin' but fifteen

the bitch lied to his face

she didn't take a plan b

nine months later

now the nigga chop with his seed

he can't handle all his problems

so he smoke a lil' weed

mentally he hurtin'

every day he suffer from depression

they ask him what's wrong

but he can never express it

this shit way too personal

stop askin' him questions

this a true story that they got a nigga confessin'

conflict with his parents

they keep kickin' him out

he walked to his friend's house

he had to sleep on the couch

his momma think he goin' crazy

tryna figure him out

dad think he fucke dup and he said that he foul

startin' to feel empty and he don't know what to do

he disrespectin' all the teachers

he a menace in school

students thinkin' he a dummy 'cause he act like a fool

but they don't know a nigga life and what he goin' through

i'm bipolar and i got anger issues

i'm scared of the outcome so i don't tell the truth

runnin' from my problems

i don't know what to do

so much pain in my raps

i confess in the booth

why these niggas steady hatin'

man

i don't have a clue

dreek tellin' me to chill

but i'ma give him the blues

if he run up on me

i swear to god i'ma shoot

it's my life or his

you know which one i'ma choose

he might be goin' insane 'cause every night that he cry

tears rollin' down his cheeks until he close his eyes

he told his momma he don't care if he dead or alive

fatal thoughts of suicide

he wanna take his life

lovin' basketball but he don't live it no more

fighting' with his teammates

cussin' out the coach

yeah

ussin' out the coach

uh

bitch

ayy

heartbroken

he can't show no love

love would get a nigga killed and it's hard to trust

i don't fuck with too many

they might set me up

one phone call

they can get a nigga wetter

sometimes i really wanna die and don't give a fuck

put your tool in the sky for your loved one

snakes all in the grass

i had to mow 'em

snakes all in the grass

i had to mow 'em

i'm bipolar and i got anger issues

i'm scared of the outcome so i don't tell the truth

runnin' from my problems

i don't know what to do

so much pain in my raps

i confess in the booth

why these niggas steady hatin'

man

i don't have a clue

dreek tellin' me to chill

but i'ma give him the blues

if he run up on me

i swear to god i'ma shoot

it's my life or his

you know which one i'ma choose

you know which one i'ma choose

ayy

you know which one i'ma choose

ayy

ayy

and bitch

this here the truth

ayy

this here the truth

you know which one i'ma choose

you know which one i'ma choose

in this life that i'm winning' and young nigga can't lose

yeah

bitch

you know which one i'ma choose

you know which one i'ma choose

this is the sound