[Intro]
Can't bury you with your money
Can't bury you with your bitch
Born alone, die alone
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, burn the whole place down

[Verse 1]
No more foul plays, housing mentality, shoot 'em down days
Going out of town with a couple of pound plays
Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage
We need a meeting, money and fame is fleeting
You never really know the reason why two people is beefing
Bloody murder, in the '80s, he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban
Did dirty, his sentеnce start turning
Look at life, took advice from thе streets of Vernon
Nothing nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined
Pick an island, anywhere for your happy solar return and
When I'm gone, I pray my family don't get the cash and burn it
To the floor, black 4's laced up
Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight karats, immaculate pay stubs
Them n***as do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it's the same rush
And they been sending shots a n***a way but they ain't struck
Can't fuck with me
I been outside since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done
Doggystyle CD, turn that "Murder Was the Case" up
Thinking when I drop my first shit, I'm leaving they face scrunched
Black from the dark side of Vernon from the dime block
They had it clicking but today, it's the new slimes out
Instagram trickin' the hood, what they crying 'bout?
Petty crimes, bitches and money, that's why they lying 'bout
[Chorus]
N***as ain't telling the truth enough (No, uh-uh, no)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, woah
N***as ain't telling the truth enough (No, no, n***a)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, woah

[Verse 2]
Now you got your marching orders, this shit'll make your mouth water
Like food grill with wood chips, woolriche
Button-up flannel, looking wolfish, my hair wolfing
Central bookings, simple lessons
One foot on the curb, one foot in the Lexus
My style is eclectic
Eat you pussies for breakfast, then I offer refreshments
Look all that fly shit y'all harping on
They take a watch from your arm and cops do nothing about it, that's what's going on
Many changes, more races
When I was touring the nation with warrants on probation
I was a small kid amazed with the thought one day I'd be banking, IV from drinking
Papi to Abu Dhabi, probably parley with Saudis
Crank the engine on the '74 Chevy Chevelle
Shawty friend is a snake, I told her her bestie ain't real
You gotta watch that, as the lobster crack, I spray the Baccarat
Your reputation, you can't clean that shit up at no laundromat
Sucker, see somebody has to say it, the boy still ain't graduated
I must say they cap the greatest (Be real)
My team is mature, the bags are secured
Surrounded by addicts addicted to having more
[Chorus]
N***as ain't telling the truth enough (No, uh-uh, no)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, woah
N***as ain't telling the truth enough (No, no, n***a)
Y'all don't look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, woah