Da Truth Hurts lyrics

[Intro]
GMB
Yeah, no imposters
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

[Verse]
Fake rappers, I don't f*ck with them
b*tch, I came in from a drug dealer
Where I'm from, you really gotta clutch pistols
If you play with my brother, get touched, n*gga
And the streets gave a n*gga trust issues
When you trappin', gotta keep a gun with you
Gotta stay low, 'cause you never know, when the laws'll pull up and come get you
I'm just thanking God I'm forever rich
For my brothers, I swear, I will never switch
And your main man turned to a rat, sh*t, you ain't think he would ever snitch
And the same b*tch that you love, giving kiss and hugs, you ain't know she's devilish?
Now you locked up in a cell, she f*cking with the next man to stay relevant
Now she stops picking up your Jail calls, but she's right there when you fresh out
sh*t, I guess her and dude fell out
But your brother with you, he gon' tell it all
Now, you mad at your bro, he put you on game, but what the f*ck you mad about?
You done picked a hoe over your bro, sh*t, that's the realest n*gga you done had around
I done came up from selling dime bags
Where I'm from, young n*ggas die at
When they asked if I signed to Sauce Walka, sh*t, hell yeah, I had to sign fast
And my momma smoked crack, my daddy smoked crack and I had to live around that
Man, that sh*t I seen at a young age really had a young n*gga down bad
I jumped right in them streets, yeah, I had to do it
I was robbing n*ggas, I was packing toolies
And the parents ain't want me around they kids, use to tell my Granny I'm a bad influence
All rats gotta die, n*gga, on my life, even Ratatouille
And everytime a Hurricane hit the hood, I was always trappin' through it
AK, got a drum in that
Get smoked or not, we gon' double back
I done went from rocks to a brick, n*gga, then I turned a brick into a hundred racks
Alot of demons in my head 'cause I left n*ggas dead, I think I'm stuck with that
And I got n*ggas who ain't coming back
Pounds came in, where the runners at?