Let The Truth Be Told - Z-Ro

Time to let the truth be told, it ain’t no brighter days

Cause when it all unfolds, a nigga gon just pass away

These haters, trying to stop my grind

But I bet them hoes, can’t block my shine

So tired of taking losses, not this time

I can’t save the whole world, I’m just trying to look out for mine

I been getting a lot of exposure lately, on niggas songs and in they videos

Cause they know I’m a O.G., not an original gangsta but an organized general

They see me pulling up in my 300 banging, gators on my feet and jewelry dangling

Everybody love the way I look on the outside, but inside I be paining

Is it ever gonna stop raining, nothing but thunderstorm clouds hover above me

Shit I use to break my back to make sure my niggas was straight,

but they still don’t love me

That’s why it’s no more pain on my lower arm, and one deep tatted on my other

arm

If you see me looking in y’all direction, I’m not about to speak fin to do you

motherfuckers harm

Got seventeen albums and they all selling, so tell me why the fuck my pockets

ain’t swelling

Ain’t never did nothing to nobody, that didn’t have it coming to 'em bitch I’m

a felon

Feel like I was failing God tell me when I’m gon win, you know when I’m blessed

you know when I’m gon sin

You were there at the beginning of my days, I’m just hoping I see you after all

my days end

And I don’t give a damn what these people say, half the people in the church

got evil ways

I was just looking to make a lil' scrilla, but it turned a lil' Christian into

a lil' killer

From label to label and gun to rifle, it’s a forward march ain’t no time to

retreat

If you able to save a nation go 'head, but I’m struggling to get myself

some’ing to eat

No more struggling, backwards hustling this is my year

I been in the game since 9−5, bitch I’m still here

I hear that background that side talk, that cheek bumping

If you don’t like who I signed (Swishahouse), then give me some’ing

Just six months ago, they said the Don was all over

But I just tightened my flow built the buzz, and came colder

I touch them street G’s, them go-getters and crack stars

You six feet deep or somewhere asleep, behind them iron bars

Cause I done knocked off plenty cars, and knocked off plenty hoes

Then pulled up plenty shows, candy paint and glass 4's

Look at 'em whispering, like some hoes on the sideline

They second string and cheerleading, while I’m getting mine

I know I been down, can’t wait till the next round

Tomorrow’s tomorrow, but today nigga it’s right now

It’s Ke and Ro, and fa sho that’s a gangsta hit

Get up out our life ho, get up off our dick trick