Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Or Truth

I'm out so much I'm like, "Why stress it?"
Am I selfish for myself
"Would you rather count or count blessings?"
Now a wild question
Fame turned my life upside
I guess it was meant to be like passing Beyonce a
And that ain't a diss, this way more to me than a track
is God to me
Nas is God to me!
Eminem is B.I.G. and Pac to me
And if you disagree I you bleed hypocrisy!
And will be the realest shit I ever wrote
Shoutout to all the bitches I've been involved with
Thank y'all for making my a crazier bitch than y'all bitches
Y'all lost me, but y'all win
And will be the realest shit I ever wrote
Now talk about the BET Awards
When went to the podium for the win
And mentioned everyone in the category as him but me and Em
He said they him
And that would be ammo to hate on him
But ain't my M.O! My M.O. is to be mo' motivatin'
new-wave culture is so cultivatin'!
Where the do I fit in?
And will be the realest shit I ever wrote
I succumb so much to game I feel sorrow
I more questions about the 40 and Game squabble
Than I answer questions that I ask
"Are you a father?", the answer's, "Well
Fuck this! Royce got a tomorrow"
I gotta spell out the offers
If being famous means to people in offices
Over being for your sons and daughters...
I'm off this...
I know the last couple of lines kinda out of the pocket
But I don't a fuck!
Let me you this:
When was the last time you some shit
Where it actually came out of pocket?
Answer that! If I got to answer from you
You got to answer questions me!
I'm fucking my life up for you, answer this question:
"What the are you doing for me?", answer that!
Still I my fans, even though y'all looking at me like I'm just a drunk nigga
That's just throwing up behind shit, blowing up, but nigga I throwing up shit but my hands
And this is just me up
Courtney Artesia, and Vish, please support me I need ya
But in reality an artist is to be supported by easels
But in the meanwhile, I'm just by evil
[Verse 2: Joe
I'm no fuckin' amused
I mean I addressed shit on "Cut You Loose"
How long am I supposed to stick around for fuckin' abuse?
Every time I go to leave, I "fuck is the use?"
I endure it for the true fans covet that new
Or is that just fuckin' excuse?
Do I do it for attention cause I crave it, I won't mention it, save it
If you know me than you know a nigga treasure
thought that as a man, you must be kiddin' me
And I'm to feel like my fans are now condemning me
Listen, I don't owe y'all
Same Joe I am today is the same Joe get
Y'all will interrupt a nigga while he at his of worship
And think came along with your 20 dollar purchase
You bought the music, not the nigga that it
But let me touch up on that nigga made it
If you're me on actions then I'll take that L every time
If you conclude "Joe is a corny mah'fucker"
all it mean if I'm a corny mah'fucker
Is the greatest ever's just a corny mah'fucker
My bad, I'm not as as you
But all this time I was me, not being you
I get behind that mic, let all my demons
Without shit about the people that I'm speaking to
Add that to me not a reason to
And that says a lot in a full of silence, listen...
At 21 I had a problem
At 31 drugs is a problem
But the about that pill is it made everything real
And I I needed to see
Funny thing about it all, I like what I saw
Now the Lord's voice is in my head
"You'll be DEAD for questioning me"
Another for me
Far greater than whatever I it to be
if left to me, I'd put our eyes in our brains
We'd what we see and our whole lives would change
But fuck it, that day had to
Who ever knew I would have a son?
I guessed it, I was fuckin' like a rabbit
But I never saw him handle scoliosis his dad did
Never knew me and would talk again
a rhyme, I'm just happy that we talk again
Who that the second I acknowledged you
You get terminally ill, be in the hospital
The of you leaving is what fucks with me
I'm scared to of getting full custody
Nigga, I look in the disgustedly
So how am I to feel the day that he looks up to me?
I always said you the worst baby-mother
I had ex-girl confused with
And there my problem with our Creator
All the times I wanted her ass dead, you wouldn't take her
do it now, I need her
Understand, it don't get no
See how I go to bed with thoughts of a killer
But rather y'all my girl through these Instagram filters
Look at her, look at me
Cause if y'all judging, y'all would the book at me
Speakin' of shorty, nah, I'll do in private
It might be a little for me to let her know how I get
Shit, and now we right at one
quick, let me get back to my son
When a was like
He said "Dad, I'm weird but I don't a problem with that"
And I was I laughed, and I was like
"Well, 1, why do you think you're weird
And 2, why don't you have a problem with that?"
And he me in my eyes and he was like
"Well, I say I'm weird, 1, because I know I'm weird
And I don't have a problem it because that's me
And whoever like it, they don't have to be around me
I'm with me and who I am"
And there, that was cold
In my I thought "That was bold"
Illest shit about it all, said at 10 years-old
So I could die now
I could die right now and like he got the most important part of Joe
Or... better that...
I could die right now and feel like he know all he need to

Royce, up
night we cried tears of joy
This morning they were still
What's handicap without the
That's what we are, but it...
We'll be the lamb for y'all niggas
Hate it or it...
Leave all of that, b, it...
3: Crooked I]
Yeah, man
I kinda feel my nigga was coming from, you know
Both my niggas, you
Baby-mom was on WorldStar and
You know, talkin' I don't take care of my junior
Me and my nigga though
Yo, my little rap
I let it be, you know, cause people get their feelings hurt over other shit
So I let it go, you know, I ain't have no rebuttal
But uh you grew up fucked up
Nobody's perfect, you know, but I'm perfect for
This rap shit, man
Eastside Beach: Atlantic avenue and Hill
Crooked was a my ghetto attitude was real
Dumper in the in case I had to shoot to kill
Rocking dumb cause I had was stupid skill
Eastsiders we cypher a bus bitch
Some sippin toca vodka, others had the pitched
A lot of them niggas died, blood drenched
Others went to jail, hit a lick and left thumbprints
beach I salute ya grind
Even though you think you I sold out you not saluting
I dont come around much, Im on time
Lost and found I found when Im broke I my mind
So I hustle like Im on a strike
Without a doubt when I a mic
I leave a body like the shottys out
Cause Im from a called slaughter
Rap better than house
Now they Im in the game and stuntin
But Im like an orgasm man, I came from
Some of you from the burbs but you claim you
So lame you struttin, a cain you frontin
Fuck all that, if I was born I would rhyme about it
I was born in a ditch, Im rhyming tryna climb up out it
Tryna a life of crime Im bout it
Some say Ill be fine it
Death around the corner, prison breathing my neck
Chasing til a nigga wheezing out of breath
IRS wanna fuck me, I ain't even outta
Said they Young me
, tryna squeeze me outta
Yeah, them fools squeeze me outta checks
Dont talk to dominics unless you pay ya mommas
With marijuana sent outta town, dollars spent
My own fam wanna grab the steel and me
But I got the to kill an army
Word to Killa army, man all them adore me
BET red carpet, the was on me
To put a slug in my flesh and blood wouldnt feel
Serena walking at the Olympics
Im hood
Still me, til my candle is
So many secrets I only to a glass of patron
Half of my fathers family died of alone
He called me sick, I answer the phone
How does it to know that your son doesnt care
Cause you wasnt there, life wasnt
I look at steps in the wrong direction, stare
I swear, just the other night dawg
Like niggas, niggas rolled in front of my on my kids life
Nahmean, I ran through the fucking studio to my office grabbed that 3.57 man
out waving, Im bout to bust, the police pass by
My brothers told me I needed to chill
Nahmean, this is what I do man, this is the I live for real dawg
This ain't no muthafuckin rap
Just the other night I coulda killed a man
Nahmean, I be here rapping about this shit
Think it man
[Verse 4: Joell
My grandmoms me
, dont exist
Baby moms me,
my momma got a
My older son love and the little nigga hands is mean
But he asthmatic so he fully suited on the sideline wishing he could be in there but still
for his team
My youngest son got issues, sometimes he cry to me
Im looking at him its not you fault
You was conceived when daddy was such a slave to his everyday
I worked at UPS for a week and my boss ain't have to me
I wasnt fit to boxes I quit
Dont put me in that box I spit
My wasnt too muthafucking fly for me
too muthafucking fly for me
From the lobby huffing and running from robbery
To I, Royce Da 59, Joe Budden,
homie from the Mob and me carving artistry
Celebrating escaping
Ashy and no socks
Chinese hocks but that was on the first, other than that
Liver works and government me my yellow cheese in a box
ain't have that yellow cheese in a box
Last night I cried of joy
But the other I cried tears my boy
No longer I cant hear his voice
I guess upstairs they playing choice
Popped a with Joe Im sippin clear with Royce
light a cigar nigga
My little homie hit the pen
in a young adult and coming out a senior citizen
And them just denied me
Fuck dawg I even sneak a visit in
I ain't hustlin no more if listening
niggas only get the music man
Yall don't know what be going on a nigga day to day
I mean shit I complaining or nothing
a nigga stand on his own two and hold it down
But its realer than you think
You think I give a fuck a rap list
I left my condo, hopped up in my car Im on my way to fuck an actress
I need yall to remind me bout my pen and pad gift
subtract your wack spit
Multiply my visits to Chase divide mad chips among 3 other
Nah nigga ain't no rap clique
is a muthafucking takeover
I another Range Rover
I got such a hangover celebrating the fact my became sober
My uncle fading that needle though
out he fully blown a couple weeks ago
My tested negative but its the same result
Cuz she gon die on the day he stop breathing yo
To me ain't to love me
Nah, to know me is to me
Cause you got to like me but respect that I ain't phony
Not a for Tonys or Oscars for my uh balony
you see is what you get
Hope you getting what you see cause what you is a threat
Come at me with indirects, I gon write a song about you
knee you in your neck
And then a song about how I just beat you half to death
Dont play my little niggas
Im just a grown ass man tryna my family through the talent God gave me
Honestly I dont if you hate me
But dont fuck my money
Anything I say will be dry snitching on myself, how dumb would that be
House
YAOWA!