Truth

Living in luxury sawlme on tv
It ain’t what’s it’s cracked up to be
Broken home doing rooms just to fuck with me
In and out of custody slick niggas lust to me promise n' shit
On top of that dealing with the fact my momma is sick
Fatal illness you don’t know the type of shot I deal with
Say I’m a alcoholic so what I take a sip
I’m just tryna cop with some real shit
Paint me out to be the villain
But if I hand you my Louboutins
Bitch your feet can’t fit in
Bavoliez one on Mondays
Or front rows on runways
Knew I would get it one day
Legit where your gun play can I be honest
This ain’t edifies for a sketch
Still that girl my uncle used to molest
Still that girl my momma used to neglect
So I grew up fast and I know how to finesse I degreased
See they know the old tommie but I smarten up
I know these niggas so grimey
Nigga I got two daughters I’m a whole mommy
Gotta get it regardless if a nigga co-sign me
They say I need rehab they gossip bout me bad
But in my face they dickride
I swear they need some kneepads
Rum noodles to sea bass
Went from stripping to see cash
To trips to Barcelona watching my daughters play freeze tag
I went without seeing him cause he was always locked up
17 got knocked up had my baby in lock up
Guess the cycles hard to be idol or your role model
The shit I deal with make me wanna pour the whole bottle
Bitches clout chasing off of TV time
But don’t worry about Tommie
Just know that shit be fine
Own sister betrayed me
My own brother stole from me
Stole my phone and computers
Now I watch how I maneuver
My hearts in the cooler minus 30 degrees
It’s so funny watching you hoes surface for cheese
When I was homeless seems like all my homies was pleased
Now they jealous cause im bumping and finally at ease 7