True Lies and Old Bread

Yeah

Guys, I can see all the true lies

When the grass cut, you can see the snakes and the sea eyes

The heat rise when pressure on

I'm quick to shoot, I ain't never under pressure long

Quick release is why the rock is gone

Wonder why I ain't dropped with Nickel Nation and I been rockin' long

I guess the timing wrong

I'm just gettin' back to this crack shit, and it's rhymin', dawg

Keep some fire in the arsenal, and I had to spark a few

While you fuckin' with me, knowin' I ain't gon' pardon you

Never bow to no man, stayed on my own

Dabbin' clowns, showin' niggas, that's what the hoes do

We ain't even on that now

And I ain't even goin' there

I don't even blame you, I put it on your old head

And I'm still countin' old bread

Big bills with the wrinkled faces

Free my dawg, he beat his cases

I keep movin' through the pressure, every scar lessen

Still alive, still alert, still built for the testin'

True lies in the cut, I can see it when the grass get low

Snakes in the sea eyes, that's the life that the fast ones know

Old bread in my hand, still I'm countin' what I came to hold

Free my dawg from the cases, now I'm walkin' with a colder soul