MY Truth by F.Y.I

Aye!

Ayo chef, ion think they ready for this one man,
But neither was we,
Niggas put me in the spotlight like ion like the heat,
Nigga, summer time outside is where I be,
Tryna add some credit to they list by shaming me,
Nigga I done had more credit when I was ashamed rocking EBT.
Where I’m from, after 8, you can’t get delivery,
I’m posed to take this from niggas with trust funds and no delivery?
I’m human nigga, so them side eyed comments they do get to me,
But he who cast the first stone got no sin hypocritically,
You know all about that right?
Them Bitch tendencies,
Go head run back to yo nigga suffering from bitch dependency,
Speaking on my character, when you ain’t roll the dice to get shit for me,
Then Lie about this narrative, and go paint this picture for history,
God damn boy that’s some privilege for yo ass,
They telling me to hit the breaks, but bitch I’m steady on the gas,
See I been hungry for this beef
And they been begging me to fast,
But imma drag you through this 8 mile the way I show my ass,

Fuck niggas I held up when I never should,
Lying to myself thinking we homies,
Nigga knowing We never was,
Had the nerve to Call these niggas fam, cause the water looking mixed with blood,
But now I see, you don’t see where I come from, nah you niggas never could,
Fly young take a second to think,
Nah these niggas did this shit in a blink,
And I ain’t got the luxury of meeting three times a week with no fucking shrink,
Your so strong for you telling your truth,
But you lied so you fucking weak,
I’m a ball of fire finna crash out so don’t be surprised when you go extinct,
These niggas got me bent up,
Cookie sto with a fist up,
Then run online crying like some bitches talking bout some shit that it never was,
Claiming we some fake activist, huh,
Down that road that ain’t something you want,
Cause them niggas you so active against is in yo comments while you acting tough
That’s not what back seats are for,
but when you losing clout you ignore?
If I was you I’d chill,
Cause I’ll take a bears tooth and a little more,
Put you niggas on a mantle and place yo ass on the wall for some home decor,
And don’t forget that y’all started this shit when a nigga tried to keep it real demure,

Told these niggas
I’m really wit it,
Shots to the rib,
They keep giving,
if these niggas wanna test my spirit,
Then fuck it nigga Imma let em get it,
Bunch of Benedicts,
Who the fuck you kidding,
Talking all that shit while you Harvey denting,
Funny you don’t like Bruce Wayne,
But Bruce on yo gram liking every sentence,

Better start repenting,
Cause if you make me holler I’ll make that nigga cry again,
Gave a safe space right on my couch,
Just for that nigga to go and lie again,
But manipulation something that you good at,
So I shouldn’t be surprised again,
When a nigga gave you clothes off they back,
And that’s the back you chose to go stabbing in

Fuck that,
Keep bussing,
I buss back,
Don’t press ya luck tryna play this game,
Cause I promise I ain’t the black, jack.
Niggas squeaking off a little reason,
Man these bears looking like a rat pack,
Don’t worry nigga I got receipts,
Cause best believe I just bagged that,

But since niggas keep begging,
I guess I’ll go Andre with the flute,
Cause I’ll fuck around burn you down,
So it’s probably best I just keep it mute,
And even though you a liar nigga
I gave you space to tell yo truth,
So don’t be mad when you wake up to see I decided to go tell mine too

• Hip Hop
• F.Y.I
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• KS
• Kansas
• MY TRUTH
• Rap
• THE COOKIE STORE
• Wichita
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