Tell You the Truth - Drakeo The Ruler

You fightin' life, sometimes you get lonely

Cook the beef up, sometimes I get hungry

The problems that I’m dealin' with is really mental

Your friends died, we ain’t showin' you no sympathy

Bro, don’t sneak diss on Drakeo, he with the shit

When shells drop, don’t got a problem if he hit a kid

I’m the type that be gone in a jiffy

I aired the crowd out with all odds against me

Tell you the truth, I don’t even know these niggas

Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga

Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'

Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business

Tell you the truth, I don’t even know these niggas

Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga

Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'

Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business

You all up in a nigga’s face, I don’t know nothin'

He ninety-nine percent tough, he get the whole hundred

Left a nigga haulin' ass like he stole somethin'

They sayin' to me the shells took all his clothes from him

ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me

The Ruler in the booth, it’s gon' be a cold summer

ShredGang, bro, somebody call Mone for me

The Ruler in the booth, it’s gon' be a cold summer

Tell you the truth, I don’t even know these niggas

Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga

Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'

Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business

Tell you the truth, I don’t even know these niggas

Tell you the truth, I think you the police, nigga

Tell you the truth, bro, that kinda sound like snitchin'

Tell you the truth, get the fuck up out my business

I’m finna fuck these niggas over with no relation

A hundred shots on standby, I hope he make it

Gotta take the trash out, niggas always hatin'

In my rear is a nigga that’s always fakin'

Killers on standby, they always waitin'

I’m the nigga from the block where they hardly make it

I don’t play with lil' kids when I’m chit-chattin'

Since he got a potty mouth, I’ma shit-bag him

It’s a present in the box and I gift-wrapped it

He tough on his birthday, but ain’t shit after

Twelve shots when they heard 12, they gave him ten after

R.I.P.

bro, he was a good kid actor

Bitch

Nigga weird ass nigga

Condoning snitching, that shit crazy, It’s a whole nother world

Niggas be on some shit like «Oh what was you doing in 6th grade?

What would you do?»

Fuck you mean lil ass nigga?

Yeah let this nigga talk haha

It wasn’t worth it, it wasn’t and I’ma tell you what

If there is a street code, right?

If there is a street code and there’s

somethin' so

So-called as loyalty and everything and no snitchin' and all of that?

I get it, right?

Listen, I snitched, I ratted, but who was I supposed to be loyal to?

If you can’t be loyal to me out here in the free world

And you fuckin' my baby mom

And while I’m out on tour makin' money for all of us

You back at home sleep with my baby mom

Then I get kidnapped and you try to kill me?

If you can’t be loyal to me out here in the free world

What makes you think if I would’ve held it down, you wouldn’t violate me in the

prison?

Stab me up, poke me up in my neck, what?

I’m not gon' lose my life over, over, over no hater

Over no, «Yo, you did the wrong thing»

Nah, y’all understand it, y’all don’t wanna understand it

Y’all don’t wanna understand it

But anyway, look

I’ma put it like this, right?

I love you guys

Thank you for helping me come back as strong as possible

I wanna shout out, um

My lawyer Lance Lazzaro

I wanna shout out Michael Longyear, um, Jacob Warren, uh

I wanna say thank you to, you know, the, the, the judge for, you know,

allowing me to come home to my family

To let me celebrate a birthday out here with my family, you know

And I appreciate that

As much as you guys wanna paint me out to be a

I appreciate every little thing and I didn’t do nothin' wrong