True Religion

Niggas lame af
So really we ain't stressing
Are we gonna give that boy there some help
That's out the question
Bitch check out my squad
We a show you how we move
In summer shorts when it get cold
I'm wearing trues

I gave you lots of rope
My last ep gave me lots of hope
good dope
Lots of smoke
With boris in charge
Couldn't even pay me not to vote
This fake scenes got nothing but jokers
They filling in Quotas
I'm still in the fray
And my sneakers had no dealings with ye
My squad is the waviest
Haters bite my flows, steez style and alias
I don't know if you're training or what you're training for but imma show you the door
This one room in the building got me wanting the floor
Bro I'm flawless
And they'd be still hating if the score was drawless
I don't know why he try
Like Every single diss you sent it still in the sky
Sticky fingers hands they still in the pie
ain't in it wid your heart then you should get out now
We set up shop
I feel they wanna tear man down
They said man down
You a Bitch and the shoe fits
I'm the truth boy I'm ruthless
Souljuh mania
Sticking to my script
Fore the hype get crazier