KO HO3 - Truth lyrics

[Verse 1:KO HO3] Not a rapstar, I just come to spit the truth Hammers bang, n***as fall, that ain't nothing new Course I know about the pain cause I've struggled too Do you know about the cain that I've hustled through? Due to the hustle there's no time for no A-Levels n***as tryin shot those 10/10 crack pebbles Beware of the little n***a with the kettle Cause any disagreement the strap settles Trying to get in the door but pussies wanna throw me out True say, they heard of Ross and now they wanna know me now b**h boys in my business, told 'em keep their noses out No new homies, pack of real dargs hold me down You can say we're strapped to the T when we rolling out Big zoot, addicted to the weed, that's why I'm zoning out Thinking 'bout all my loved ones that have gone above the clouds Young boss, I've got no time for feeling lonely now And I understand my mummy wants to turn my life around But I'm a man, so if a man strikes her then I'll strike him down I ain't in this ting for slags I'm out here on the grind for pounds Still I can't lie don, I'm out here on the grind for nines Put it on my mother's life that I'm down to ride for mine Put it on my father's grave, I take it where my father lays Take it to the cemetery, waiting on my enemies Swear down I be waiting on my enemies This is for the older chicks, that used to call me schooley, next day they're on the dick, s**ing it profusely This is for them older n***as, thought l was a reject, see I do my ting, now I get their respect Sit back, reflect, who we gon eat next? Where we got the heat slept? Real talk when we gonna see d**h? I should probably hustle more; speak less But I tend to smoke more; eat less Really do this sh**, you can feel it through your speakers I don't expect you to give a f** about my life I just wanna see my p's, p's stacked to my eyeline Straps, I'm around mine I ain't trying to live a high life, cause I ain't no funny yout So, if you choose to snitch just know I'm gunning you Tell me that, that bellies in the crib I'm still running through f** up the weed house, tear down the crack spot Got pricks screaming out "stop" but I won't stop I've got more shots for these ba*tards I'll probably take two Glocks to my casket And get it poppin up in heaven too I just hope it's still poppin up in heaven too