Ugly Truth - Trae Tha Truth, B.o.B

Jeah, you know they say the truth can get real ugly

I feel that

I’ve seen the world

Done it all, had my cake now

Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now

Hot summer nights mid July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, the city lights

The way you’d play with me like a child

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul

I know you will, I know you will

I know that you will

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful

Jeah

I’m in the hood looking at life feeling so lost

I’m from the place where everything is fucked up

They say a prayer to the father with something tucked up

They only fear premonition of getting brushed off

They never thought about living only hoping they wouldn’t die

Knowing death is around the corner, ignoring them like a lie

Turn back, even if they could they wouldn’t try

Hoping they could sneak their way up in Heaven but couldn’t fly

Lord come help us

I was looking for a blessing but felt like he left us

I was calling and reaching for him

So many they ain’t even know 'em

Knowing that life I’m living here where he kept us

I sit and think about the truth and know many hate 'em

Cause he ain’t pretty on the cool he was ugly as hell

That’s fucked up, don’t nobody wanna look in his face

They rather end up giving up or go sit in the cell

Sometimes I sit and still wonder what they love the truth

For everything we’ve been through

But life ain’t easy, these lies we live is what they choose to accept

Knowing soon they going to crash they don’t wanna believe me

I know they will, I know they will

All these nights out here for going to get that steel

Ain’t nothing the same but the battle on the field

I tell them do better wishing they could know it’s real

Uh

Laid back in a five fifty with a

Fine dime brizzle rollin' five swishes

She already know my intentions with her

But she stayed down like a wine cellar

Cause she rather be under my umbrella

Cause the sky might fall that’s some violent weather

Twenty five years, this is what I found out

Live it up, live it up 'til your time out

This is real life I don’t know what they lyin' 'bout

Ballin' so hard you know what they cryin' 'bout

I pull up about nine bitches climb out

All different kinds from Dubai to makia

All bow at the line when you arrive at the hideout

And it’s looking like a try out

A young nigga way off the meat rack little nigga welcome to the grind house

It’s a whole different type of game

When it ain’t about what the price 'bout

A young prince take time this is more than a vaca

This is more than a time out

But niggas so fake who these days

Shit should be a crime now

Real niggas chime in, fake niggas chime out

Bad bitches tuned in, Bobby Ray signing out

The world, lit it up as my stage now

Channeling angels in, the new age now