Truth Be Told lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh (Ayy, yo, Nashi, you go crazy)

[Chorus]
Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your b*tch back
I'll hit my new b*tch with a rubber, still'll get checked
Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet
New b*tch all on my line, told her she'll be fine, ain't give her di*k yet
Told 'em I'ma pop out, I got options, I ain't pick yet
Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead, but they ain't blitz yet
We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don't do get-backs, yeah

[Verse 1]
Said I don't eat good, but I ain't sick yet, I need a big check
And when I pop out with my new b*tch, that's a big flex
Said I wouldn't be big, but sh*t, I did that, got a new crib, did that
Got a new car, did that, 2x so I can't sit back
And I'll be damned a n*gga blam me and I ain't seen my kids' kids yet
She wanna lay up, I told her I don't do kickbacks
They ask me do I party? I said, "Hardly," n*gga
I'm f*cked up in the head, so I don't party with 'em
Don't be tryna let 'em know I'm thug, but I'm mean muggin' sh*t
Wish I knew Tydre before that party got my brother hit
Fast money, wish my sister wasn't in love in with that
When I found out Nae wasn't my cousin, made her love the di*k
[Chorus]
Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your b*tch back
I'll hit my new b*tch with a rubber, still'll get checked
Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet
New b*tch all on my line, told her she'll be fine, ain't give her di*k yet
Told 'em I'ma pop out, I got options, I ain't pick yet
Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead, but they ain't blitz yet
We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don't do get-backs, yeah

[Verse 2]
I feel like karma gon' come get me 'cause I'm haunted
f*cked a stripper b*tch from Onyx
And I feel like I love that ho
Gang hit a lick for six, thought he was ballin'
Like he scored, he got to tauntin'
Now he dead, and I love my bro, yeah
Gotta keep that nina by my waistline, yeah
Want that Piguet, so I don't waste time
If I hit his head, we gon' call it FaceTime
Me and my b*tch gotta think alike like we got great minds
sh*t, I heard it through the grapevine, he got eight, but he might take five
I don't wear no cape, but I'ma save y'all
Got family, so I'ma make mine
Even if it's dark clouds in the daytime
You always find a way to make my day shine
[Chorus]
Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain't rich yet
Truth be told, I hit your ho, won't get your b*tch back
I'll hit my new b*tch with a rubber, still'll get checked
Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet
New b*tch all on my line, told her she'll be fine, ain't give her di*k yet
Told lil' mama pop out, I got options, I ain't pick yet
Heard what they said, I'ma get 'em dead, but they ain't blitz yet
We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don't do get-backs, yeah