Truth (feat. Young Dean)

Young Dean:
I spit truth, right into the booth
So many rhymes feeling like I'm Dr. Suess
And nowadays around me, everybody wanna choose
I'll leave you with one tooth, hanging from a noose
Cause back then, didn't mind pushing me, the caboose
I was the outcast, one who wouldn't last
Ain't shit to me now, I just put it in the past
I remember, growing up before I was a teen
They told me Young Dean, always chase your dream
No matter how hard it seem and if nobody on your team

You can pursue, anything you wanna do
Anything you put your mind to
As long as you become no thug, taking drugs
Looking for an innocent victim to mug
They be proud, even though I'm just a little stoner in my room
Writing raps and puffin loud, cause they know I'll be great
Young and dumb and I got memories to make
But now I'm, reminiscing, over pass it, I was missing
Fuck that cause now I got a better vision
The only one up in my division
Who's sick sinning, while still grinning

Yo I fuckin stuttered, but now I'm coming back
Smoother than the butter, words that I utter
Out my fuckin mouth it a cluster, fuck
And you know I don't even have no truck
But it's VT, city, where the bitches give no fuckin pity
And you know I'm witty, with my raps, I don't give a crap
Stupid hoes what I'm bout to fuckin slap

Axel:
Stupid hoes gettin slapped
Till the crew gotta flip her on her back
6 man train, we boutta run that
Who the fuck is leadin this, see its Payton and Ax
Carry bags of that purp, my wallets just a fat stack

Real talk, I gotta rap about me
If it ain't from the soul, than it ain't honesty
See my hair got knotty, and these dreads grew longer
My fair skin tanned, and yo my body grew stronger
I'm growing in myself, I'm growing out this hell
I conjured up some courage, now I live around these spells
This one brings pain, and that one bring the money
This one brings rain, and this one just feels funny
See that potion bring life, but that potion bring death
This one is alright, but that one fucked my breath
Like a dragon do, I'm breathing fire too
No torch to the lungs, just an evolved crew
Half the squad got guts, and all of us are nuts
Chest lined with C4, hittin Toy's R' Us
Its not fun, the way the op make me run
Can hardly catch the air, not a care chase the sun
A whole lotta banging, like they testing out the guns
Life wouldn't suck so much, if God gave me more funds
Fuck it I get nun (none), see I been shook and stunned
I'll move a metric ton, before the sunlight is done

I'm deeper than a pun
You rock a man bun
Your girl call me daddy
Callin you my step son
I mock one, naa see I'm more like mock 3
You's a fuckin bi-plane
I'ma jet, chase me
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