Let me talk my shit.... - - Every bitch I thought I could love went and showed me I couldn't. Every nigga I tried to trust went and showed me I shouldn't. Every dream I had came true when they told me it wouldn't. You couldn't walk a block inside my shoes, so don't try putting your foot in. And you can keep your two cents if you couldn't give me a dollar. I was surrounded by the wolves, they wasn't hearing me holler. And I know some people seen me as a preacher or scholar, but I can't seem to fight this urge to want to spit like a llama. Hold up... What time is it Mr. Fox? It's time to hit the clock. Talking straight grind mode...like I'm Tony Hawk. Refuse to give time no birds. Honestly, fuck what you heard. They mad cause I'm back on the road. You niggas can go eat the curb. True thang, man I feel like Bruce Wane. In the cut like Batman. You can call me Truce Wane. Check my tat, it's mafia. But I'm still a loner. Feel like a professor. Should've done your homework. Believe that I know Jesus. I don't have to soul search. I want so many sneakers that I would have to sole search. Fuck all that designer shit. I want to rock my own merch. With a blasain next to Panda's, like designer these my own words. I feel like my time coming and I'm closer than ever. Please don't compare me to these niggas, I think we know that I'm better.