truth be told

To my friend,
my friend
I gotta whole soul cry
Soul flying
Said hold on
Said hold on

I left my family in 2017 and it ain't been the same
I think my people hiding under something
It's probably all our pain
Yea, but in high school I had went and got 3 rings
I took that shit to college
The last year came, niggas took me out the game
But I can't be mad
A bad situation gave a bad mind frame
I was living toxic, staying afloat, knowing my ship could sink
I thought this money could change everything
And yes lord, it did
I'ma thank that old white man for giving my ass a scholarship
But as I grow older, I peep this energy now on different levels
I turned my pain into passion, now we got different schedules
And my sister good, she called me said Vanderbilt her college
I told her any mountain come, you know we fuckin' climb it

But I just want be happy
Got a foreign car, pop my shit in traffic
And no, I don't even like it
Why you want be my wife if I can't fuckin' trust you
End of discussion
I ain't bluffing
No nigga, I ain't rushing
I ain't rushing

And I really put away them bands last year nigga, for real
I thought I was up and then I realized that money ain't nothing
Then my old potna called my phone trying to plot something
I'm like, nigga why is you bluffing, I know you ain't got it
Can somebody come get his ass
I hop in foreign coupes nigga and hit the gas
It's only a few girls I ever loved
The sad part, they all up in the past
And I know I got racks, I'm in my bag
But money ain't everything nigga
You can still be rich and still be going out sad
And I don't even fuck with nobody
No, I don't even talk to nobody
These hoes in the club don't excite me
I need me a good girl beside me
Somebody to come to make me better
She go move so light like a feather
All I gotta go do is stack cheddar
Bitch I'm a king, need Coretta
Hold on
Bitch I'm a king, need Coretta
Hold on
Bitch I'm a king, need Coretta
Hold on
Bitch I'm the king, need Coretta
Hold on

And I'm tired of questioning intentions around me
I don't know who solid and I don't know who I gotta get from round me
I don't know who got it and I don't know who fucking doubt me
But I know who rocking until the end, that's why I'm cocky
But now I pop out, people say they love my music
And whoever truly proud of me, tell em all that we can do it
Feel like a living prodigy, think I be too influenced
My moms been through it all so if I got it, she won't lose it

I said, hold on
Hold on
Just hold on
Hold on
Now, show em how you ball now
How you ball now nigga
How you ball now
How you ball now nigga
How you ball now
How you ball now nigga
How you ball now
How you ball now nigga