Truth Be Told - Styles P

You frontin' on the 'gram, I’m frontin' on your man

He was actin' sideways, he was frontin' on the plan

Now they at the juice bars, backin' up the vans

Gotta shit load of fruit, we ain’t packin' up the spins

We packin' up the stores, thugs you adore

'Cause we keep the hood healthy, give it to 'em raw

Wife had the vision and the pharmacy was born

Made a couple sales, now the pharmacy is on

Enough about that, back to the raps

Yeah, you learn to adapt when your finances lack

Some get a job and others get a pack

Couple niggas lose their way and they never get it back

They ain’t even dead but they ain’t livin' life

So, me I double up, yeah, you know I get it twice

Came from the dark so you know I get it bright

And I did a lotta wrong so I’m tryna do it right

Let the truth be told, let the lies be told

Know the good die young and may the wise get old

On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold

You can either play killer or the Gandhi role

Let the truth be told, let the lies be told

Know the good die young and may the wise get old

On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold

You can either play killer or the Gandhi role

You could try to front, me, I’m tryna punk

Reminisce on the past, no lights for a month

No food in the fridge, fuck life in this dump

Got a nigga real pissed, act hype if you want

You can get a shot to your body, a knife to your lung

Shit is gettin' dark, yearn for life in the sun

Burn weed, burn money, every bullet in the gun

Every tire on the whip just to get a lil' crumbs

With the yardie’s eatin' jerk, smokin' pot, drinkin' Rum

I call my African cousin for dope in the drum

I call my Latin homie for coke in the slums

We went from white to green 'cause none of us is dunce

Feds goin' get you or the lead gon' get you

Or a grimy bitch that give good head gon' get you

If you thirsty for fame, the bread gon' get you

If you walk on the ledge, the edge gon' get you (Ghost)

Let the truth be told, let the lies be told

Know the good die young and may the wise get old

On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold

You can either play killer or the Gandhi role

Let the truth be told, let the lies be told

Know the good die young and may the wise get old

On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold

You can either play killer or the Gandhi role