Big K.R.I.T. - The Truth Freestyle lyrics

Chyuh, 3rd coast, Ya Multi-records.net, chyuh Multi alumni, okay Chyuh, aye, aye, aye okay [Straight bars: Big KRIT] Play it all cautious, still a little nauseous Burnt in or broke I gotta get this sh** off me Rather not talk about it, like who cares? I'm just a narrator of the song, it's you there Close your eyes and imagine, lifestyle flashing Without the headaches stash boxes and a mansion Something like heaven I guess we all could say Any time could be your last, I guess we all should pray Love ain't easy I guess we all should hate On the next man when the best man won the race Like he ain't work as hard as you to get by Congratulate and accept the fact it's his time But we poor though, I understand your pain It ain't about win or lose but how you play this game Somethings I wish I never ever did Sacrifice a lot just to be on this field A little more blood shed than there was tears Might of cried once or twice but that was in between the years Probably in the bathroom looking in the mirror Trying to see what my Grandma see in me I can't figure Money, hoes, and d** she don't know what I'm doin' I ain't came up for sh** but tell her I'm movin' I ain't did a song in months but tell her I'm booming To keep from breaking her heart and causing confusion Leave it all here she gon' listen to my music My father know what's up he just acting all clueless Truth is, she oblivious to the fact When I tell her I'll be home soon I'm never coming back Unless I'm in a drop top coupe or a casket Cuz I'm tired of borrowing but more tired of asking Crashing, hundred miles per hour head on Either write about the life you live or dead wrong Politic with God like "I ain't doing so well" Scared the good I done don't exempt me from Hell Seen so many fell, victim to the streets How could I care when I was like better them than me? But that's just how you feel when the struggle is so real You ain't ate your own meal your homeboy got k**ed And he was still a child, damn its hard to smile I been a bitter son I ain't prayed in a while Truth is, it's hard out here