Truth Be Told

Truth be told

I’m a little older

A little colder

My shoulder

Is warming up

But it’s pretty slow

I’m getting closure

And getting closer

To authenticity

My soul

Is a little ghostly

When I approach her

When I approach her

Truth be told

I don’t go on socials

I’m not the focus

I’m vocal

But I don’t know if I can

Really do too much by posting

It’s just a go to

If I don’t know you

I won’t approach you

I won’t approach you

I won’t approach you

Truth be told

I don’t think I’ve ever dated anyone

I was supposed to

Not even close, you

Would think I got over

My church shit

Not even close, you

Would be surprised by

What you go through

When they disown you

And won’t approach you

(You would be surprised, they won’t approach you)

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

What are you saying?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

What are you saying?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

What are you saying?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

What are you saying?

What do you mean?

Me and your babe twist up like two-strands/

Think we invented a new dance/

Check my mood ring

That shit say I’m too handsome

Swear that it’s broke it don’t say nun else

I don’t go stealth no more

Look at my ass,

It’s amazing, ain’t it

Look at my ass

Get amazing payments

Look at my ass

Like it made a statement

Come on kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Come on kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick

I’m telling the truth huh

I’m telling the truth huh

You wanna get stupid huh

You wanna get stupid huh

I’m looking at you huh

I’m looking at you huh

I’m looking at you huh

I’m looking at you huh

Phone on dnd

flow on tnt

Black owned business

All my bitches black as BET

100 milly that just TBD

back when Keisha was on EBT

know a couple **** wanna see me bleed

Bitch I see you as a lick lick lick lick lick lick

you can’t get a split this ain’t fucking make a wish, bitch

they sending the minnows to get up with a big fish

they ain’t get the memo I turn em into fish sticks

stacking for my kids kids kids kids kids kids

ice age on her wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist

rock a crazy fit , just to ball out at the quick trip

somebody tell Santa I got AK’s on my wishlist

bitch

I don’t trust a soul

that’s the truth be told

I don’t trust a soul

mine will never be sold

money make em fold on they moral code

Yeah my baby girl my bff this world is cold