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letra de my truth, pt.2 - lesso

verse
wake up in the morning smoke a blunt and have a cup of coffee/ let my head clear from them nightmares i had cuz they haunt me/ most these people talk on instagram but they ain’t really on me/ i still got some enemies and in the grave is where they want me/ big wood smoke in the air while in the studio/ putting on the homies with -ssists like marco rubio/ dm’s blowing up i stopped replying to the groupie hoes/ bro done chose the b-tch over the gang so he ain’t smooth no more/ and b-tch i been smoking on strawberry kush, exotic that sh-t that you couldn’t afford/ i might just go and cop me some pounds because i got some homies who down to import it/ talking that sh-t out the side of your neck, i got some homies who’ll come and extort you/ these mothaf-ckas acting like females they might as well just be wearing sephora/ i done dropped five albums i ain’t new to this this sh-t/ made some money off a show and f-cked it off on my wrist/ i don’t buy much designer clothes don’t care bout my fit/ i care more bout what i say and bout the bars that i spit/ focused on my craft for 5 albums now i’m coming for it/ i’m just pouring out the things that i know true while i’m recording/ i’m just speaking on the morals i got because it’s real important/ tunnel vision on the bag now it’s time to go and secure it/ you could ask me how i’m doing but the questions rhetoric/ smoking with the brodie in his foreign he floored it/ married to the game i doubt i’ll ever divorce it/ you ain’t lived the life i lived step in my shoes you a tourist/ but b-tch i’m still a rapper, i get c-cky and faded/ i never been a trapper, to me that sh-t was too basic/ i was hitting l!cks, where the communities was gated/ now i’m way more creative, it took time it took patience/ started writing i was in my cell, head going through h-ll/ no one to tell, read through every tale, no date with no bail/ second time that i’d gone down but it was serious for real/ and legally i’m not supposed to have me no steel/ filled up eight journals full of lyrics 600 songs/ it was lyrics in my head i wrote them down on all on the walls/ it would disappoint me when i couldn’t reach you on the calls/ the days you didn’t visit i ain’t get walk down any halls/
but b-tch i bounced back, look where i’m at now/ i been straightening myself out in the background/ went to italy with my cousins smoking half pounds/ i seen some jewelry that i liked and b-tch i cashed out/ forgot to put my watch on in the morning now my wrist feel light/ started from the bottom everyday i’m reaching different heights/ got three drips of fashion on my gl-sses so my vision right/ heard you estimate how much i spent but it’s a different price/ i got head trauma, ptsd, and anxiety/ these the type things i live with everyday inside of me/ i still keep a pistol when i need to on the side of me/ thugging in these streets just trying to make it out of poverty/ smoked and went to sleep, woke up i was still high/ stimulate the stuff that’s in my brain i sound like bill nye/ stopped counting days while i was down i couldn’t feel time/ focused on progression i’m not trying to hit no rewind/ at the homie crib we smoking blunts and he live seaside/ can’t do features for the free you ask for that you getting denied/ i don’t beef on social platforms i don’t even reply/ because that to me is p-ssy sh-t and i don’t f-ck with felines/ i’m only 20 years old but honestly i feel older/ i had to deal wit certain things it made my heart a lot colder/ weight up on my shoulders felt like it was a boulder/ i’m a white mothaf-cka who actually cares bout the culture/ tried to take advantage once i said don’t play with me/ she tried to do that sh-t again so that time blames on me/ i stuck around i knew she’d do it that she’d go for three/ and i ain’t having none of that so i won’t say a thing

outro
man you feel me, i just had to get some sh-t up off my chest, crazy sh-t going on in life, sometimes you just got to f-cking pour that sh-t out into your music, and just make sure that everything you say in your songs and everything that you live in your life can match up, and that everything you do, is for yourself before its for others, preach, you already know

- lesso

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