They know I came to set it off
God let me know I can let it off
You see my cross, yeah, it never falls
You know it’s on ‘til the break of dawn

Yeah, I make the green grow like I’m horseshit
And I’m one of a kind like Picasso’s portrait
I’m killing rap, boys, tonight I’m going psycho
Prying through the night like my name was Michael
It’s all gravy like I’m sitting on mash
I’m spending money like I’m swimming in cash
I’m grams halves, zips to quarters
Guiding the verse like I’m fucking Larry Starters
I’m holding front, ain’t you glad?
Got a problem, pop off, only goes get mad
They trey five-seven, don’t let it catch you slip
Billy the Kid, baby, on some cowboy shit
I’m a grown man, the whip ain’t got rims
I’m from LA, homie, I don’t rock Tim’s
Pops had to go, so I grew up quick
Life is a bitch, looking back on this shit

We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
That I kill these flows, they keep saying oh no
They know we for real and that’s for sure
When I grab the wheel, Truth’s got the dough

We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
That I kill these flows, they keep saying oh no
They know we for real and that’s for sure
When I grab the wheel, Truth’s got the dough

The Truth, motherfuckers, this my summer
Watch me talk dirty like a nine hundred number
Fuck your girlfriend, then throw away the rubber
This is your job, take a hold of her
Bitch, open your mouth, I’m Weston Dental
Your man ain’t balling, that whip is a rental
I’m a born felon, I don’t obey the law
I run this shit, Mr. Pepto Bismal
They on me, dawg, these fucking kids
Like a newborn on they momma’s tits
Valet out the keys when I pull that whip up
Hit you for your chain if I catch you slip up
They know I can’t stop like an ongoing hiccup
These fake motherfuckers I’m so sick of
They can try to run, but they can’t hide
They say raging waters, I won’t let them slide

We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
That I kill these flows, they keep saying oh no
They know we for real and that’s for sure
When I grab the wheel, Truth’s got the dough

We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
That I kill these flows, they keep saying oh no
They know we for real and that’s for sure
When I grab the wheel, Truth’s got the dough

I speed, right, while I’m blindfolded and tongue-tied
They say I’m number one in the booth with no tires
I say I’m having fun ‘cause my shit’s got nine tiles
Platinum when I mourn, yeah, Undead’s got Nine Lives
City after city and my crew gets airtime
Witty, he’s so witty, but he’s right at the same time
He wants to roll with me like a seven dream fifty
God, I know you’re with me
When I’m gone I know they’ll miss me
Grab the mic, I’m like a hero from the afterlife
Now it’s time to show these people what my skills are like
You don’t know what’s been on my mind
Grab that loot and take what’s mine
Trying to interview me, yo, like what’s your life like?
I seen you on K-Rock, like, you, that shit’s tight
Heard you on your page, I’m like, yo, that’s Deuce, right?
A million fucking plays now, it’s on like game time

We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
That I kill these flows, they keep saying oh no
They know we for real and that’s for sure
When I grab the wheel, Truth’s got the dough

We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
That I kill these flows, they keep saying oh no
They know we for real and that’s for sure
When I grab the wheel, Truth’s got the dough




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