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The Truth Gon' Surface Explicit contentE

ghostofbiggie

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Lyrics

Verse 1

They crowned me dead on the evening news

Said the world stopped turning when the slugs came through

But I crawled from that casket like a lesson in proof

Bulletproof dreamin while they plotted my youth

Smooth nigga back and the streets is watchin

Every snake come slidin out they box and Hoppin

Thought you saw the last of me fake-ass apostrophes

Now I'm knockin at your door with the ghost of your conscience

You was on the phone that night I almost faded

Said you had my back but your hands was busy shaded

Told the cameras you was cryin for a fallen brother

While you schemin with them rats to bury me under

Beat Switch

Verse 2

Fuck all y'all who wrote my obituary

Bitch I'm breathin fire in a cemetery

Black and ugly as ever but the bankroll heavy

Your whole empire built on a fake legacy

Suck a dick with that "I was there for you" story

You was never front line just a puppet in a glory

Talkin mental health like you held me through the low

But you was the one who orchestrated every blow

Your daddy died in that car and they lied to your face

So you learned to wear a mask and call it grace

But that trauma don't give you the right to my blood

You turned a brother's pain into a money flood

Bridge

Funny how the lonely keep the closest knife

The ones who raise you up the deepest in the night

You wanted me gone but God rewrote the page

Now I'm standin here laughin at your hollow rage

Beat Switch

Verse 3

Plottin in the dark with your counterfeit crown

Every handshake you gave was a knife comin down

I was reachin for a rope and you sold me the sea

Nigga that's the coldest betrayal a friend could be

You was cryin on my shoulder then you dug the hole

Now I'm risen from the dirt with a righteous soul

Bastard in a suit with a rehearsed remorse

I see the devil dancin in your polished discourse

They gon' write my story with a bullet and a crown

But the truth gon' surface when the king come back around

You can sell your loyalty to the highest bidder

But karma's ridin shotgun and my flow is the trigger

Outro

Mm

Breathe

Mm-hmm

I'm still here nigga

Breathe

I'm still here

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