Ugly Truth/Pretty Lies

The truth be looking ugly, the lies be looking pretty

Red wine I be sipping

Making money while niggas and shawdies be making assumptions

Turn to God to confide bout shawdies who say i be fronting

Became a product of society, shawdy said she love but aint luhh what was inside of me, time change my environment

She only call me cause aint no one there to love her

Grew up with daddy issues, she be acting like her mother

We be tired of the heartbreak tired of the pain

Praying for the sun, cause we tired of the rain

And when it get too hot we be dodging the shade

Roll it up, and burn that tree thats how we cope with the pain