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Truth is, look I ain’t living in a big ass house

In fact, they want to evict me now, just so you know

Truth is, no I ain’t rich, yeah I’m broke like ya’ll

Just trying to ball on a budget 'fore I fall, but for the record

Truth is, I ain’t got no friends, only associates

And will keep it real no matter how much doe we get

Truth is, I’m just living my life written in rhyme

I give a fuck if you don’t like it then fine, hey just remember

Truth is…

I ain’t got shit to hide, I ain’t got shit to lose

Let me tell you about it for you hear it on the evening news

I’ll give it to you straight

Motherfuck a Channel 8, Fox 4, Fox 5

I’m a bring it to you live live! Ah, in 3-D!

Everything ain’t peaches & cream

And what you see ain’t always what is seems

See me? I was smart as a kid

But that’s until I bit the nerve to jump my ass inside of college

And do this little bid

But little did I know

That shit was fucking up my cash flow

5 G’s for the class, whether or not I go

Rent was a bitch plus the books I paid cash for

Funds got short, times got hard

Record deal never came

My tuition caught the charge

Which had me putting hours at 2 dead-end jobs

My checks went straight to bills

My intuition was at large, like a felon

And it surely ain’t no CD’s selling

Speaking of C’s & D’s, look at all these classes on failing

Shit, somebody loan me a dub

You know that one with that big face

Plus that sticky-icky drug

Truth is, look I ain’t living in a big ass house

In fact, they want to evict me now, just so you know

Truth is, no I ain’t rich, yeah I’m broke like ya’ll

Just trying to ball on a budget 'fore I fall, but for the record

Truth is, I ain’t got no friends, only associates

And will keep it real no matter how much doe we get

Truth is, I’m just living my life written in rhyme

I give a fuck if you don’t like it then fine, hey just remember

Truth is…

Throughout the years, I held 2 things near…

Credit and crack to fuck up your career

So only want rain leaves greenbacks

Sacks of good dro, a couple fine hoes

And Bubba Kush to keep my eyes low

That’s the type of heaven I know

Head up in the clouds

And I don’t feel like coming down now

In fact on knee deep in debt as we speak

And the bill collectors blown up my cell every week

Plus I’m late on the car payment

If I’m late again I won’t have a ride to pay them

It’s summertime I’m sweating

No A/C no electricity lights out like Jay-Z

It’s kind of dark in here

I kind of wish I had a blunt, so I could spark in here

Maybe a lighter or a candle

I was balling like A.I., but money I couldn’t handle

Not to mention the credit card fees

The scandals, the schemes, the run-ins with the police

Damn, I can’t stand you!

The laws pulled me over 30 times for example

For half of them I’m guilty, the other half I didn’t do! Ooh!

Now I’m stuck like glue!

And all I got is more time for me to think this through

And analyze the way I was living

True, you was wild!

I gotta find a way to bounce back smooth, Juvenile

Ladies say, «Man he’s fresh, baby!

Be G, but keep it player cause you’re the best baby!»

I heard it’s not about your fall from grace

But what counts is more about the face you make

When getting off the ground

Truth is…

Truth is, look I ain’t living in a big ass house

In fact, they want to evict me now, just so you know

Truth is, no I ain’t rich, yeah I’m broke like ya’ll

Just trying to ball on a budget 'fore I fall, but for the record

Truth is, I ain’t got no friends, only associates

And will keep it real no matter how much doe we get

Truth is, I’m just living my life written in rhyme

I give a fuck if you don’t like it then fine, hey just remember

Truth is…

I told you the truth in all of my rhymes

The only thing I haven’t spoken on is how to drop a dime

Cause I haven’t, never have & never will

I never had love for the laws

Fuck a pig, let him squeal

Never tell on your own kind

If you was in your right mind

You do the crime, then you do the time

Am I lying?

Crime pays and at times you’re in debt to society

Solitary confinement, sitting quietly

In 23-hour lockdown, wondering why is he

Stuck in this position, when he should of chose wisely

Instead of playing baby music by The Isley’s

He’s sharing toothbrushes with a dude named Tyrese

Told when to sit, shit, shower & shave & go to sleep

Wake up & do the same thing every week

Sheesh! I told you not to speak

Truth is, huh. that could’ve been me…

Truth is, look I ain’t living in a big ass house

In fact, they want to evict me now, just so you know

Truth is, no I ain’t rich, yeah I’m broke like ya’ll

Just trying to ball on a budget 'fore I fall, but for the record

Truth is, I ain’t got no friends, only associates

And will keep it real no matter how much doe we get

Truth is, I’m just living my life written in rhyme

I give a fuck if you don’t like it then fine, hey just remember

Truth is…