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  1. Truth Be Told

From the recording Hood Morning Amerika Pt.2

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Lyrics

Honesty my favorite quality
Now truth be told
You liars under fire with the lies you sold
At the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold
Not really into jewelry live in grinding mode
So, Loyalty's all I know
I love my life and I ain't selling my soul
May lighting strike me down I ever cross my bro's
I rather lose my life before I break the code

We was young real niccaz of the same kind
Quick to Approach a lil frutie with same line
She crack a lil smile or she laugh
O it's game time
Yo hood where the hoes at
Yea that was ya fave line
Use to bag the same chicks
Text them at same time
Bet on who gone hit first
Yea we had some great times
My niccaz for life
I love the fact that my brothers ain't weird
Jus giving flowers to my guys while they here
Now for my guys in the can
I love you niccaz
You might not understand
But screaming free you Is outta my hands
Hope you started ya plan
And yea I'm still out here
Coaching the kids
I'm teaching them how to avoid that jam
How to avoid that scam
How to make money
How to employ they mans
Stick to the script and they could all make bands
For real tho
Learn from the solid men
Honor ya mother
Respond never React
Never betray ya brothers, that's jus Law

Honesty my favorite quality
Now truth be told
You liars under fire with the lies you sold
At the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold
Not really into jewelry live in grinding mode
So, Loyalty's all I know
I love my life and I ain't selling my soul
May lighting strike me down I ever cross my bro's
I rather lose my life before I break the code

Im still my authentic self
Phone still ring for help
Man of the year
Coach of the year all on my shelf
Jump on the southern state
Exit 19 off the belt
Make a left on Rockaway
A lot of loved ones got killed
Over hatred, snake shit
Over pride and no patience
Money, Power, Respect
Like niccaz don't know the basics
Talents wasted
Many stars in the hood no fake shit
But niccaz complacent, I'm praying

Like Father God
If these the only niccaz left
Could you take these niccaz back
Cuz they on some sucka shit
Niccaz smiling in my face
But they hate behind back
Ol jealous ass niccaz
When they see me give me dap

I embrace you
My love will never change Cuz Im faithful
I'm really genuine fam I ain't you
No demons on me
You claim you know me
Acting like you my brody
But we not homies yea it's clipped

Honesty my favorite quality
Now truth be told
You liars under fire with the lies you sold
At the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold
Not really into jewelry live in grinding mode
So, Loyalty's all I know
I love my life and I ain't selling my soul
May lighting strike me down I ever cross my bro's
I rather lose my life before I break the code

If you ain't never went to war for a nicca
Trained to go for a nicca
Don't never call me ya bro again
If you would never let it go for a nicca
Came to shows for a nicca
Don't never call me ya bro again

I'm not ya homie
Not ya dawg
I'm not ya mans
I'm not ya brother
Not ya nicca, Nicca scram
I'm not ya cuz
I'm not ya blood
I'm not ya friend
Ima say this shit again
Don't never call me ya bro again