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el escobario - the.truth lyrics

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yeah, shout out all my homies man
i miss you guys all
free my boy luis
pray you get out soon

got kicked out of waukee because i had to
pulled up on mr. smith because i had to
facing 5 years i shouldn’t have to
the pd called my mama with the bad news

just snitch on some your n-ggas and we’ll help you
if you don’t eldora where we’ll send you
shackled up but you know i’m giving no clues
cuz i’m a real n-gga not no snitch fool

do you know how it feels to be fighting for your life
in front of a judge like please do me right
i don’t wanna go to prison i just wanna win this fight
i just wanna go home sleeping in my bed tonight

i learned a lot of sh-t in these past few weeks like
sitting in a cell isn’t where i wanna be
that sh-t ain’t the life for me man f-ck all of my enemies
i wanna be a prodigy, make my mama proud of me

i’ll never cop a f-ckin plea my brothers mean the world to me
get jammed up i’ll take the knee love is the key man
love will set you free but how much do they mean
birdy he my day one i’d k!ll if he needs

at home my thoughts are racing like i wish i could be graduating
court’s got me isolated got me f-cking aggravated
agitated but i’m always motivated
but i get so irritated cuz i can’t get medicated

i miss all of my n-ggas from the ‘kee and the ‘velt
here how i couldn’t see them you don’t know how that felt
they was all there waiting for the day that i got out
ya since i got indicted ya i know there’s been a drought

i’ve always been that n-gga who got the deals on the loud
woods gotta be some honey bourbon or some f-ckin stouts
these n-ggas trying to tell my story i know they got their doubts
my name on the news but i don’t care about the clout

i can hear birdy calling
yeah i can hear apollo calling
i can hear l calling
yeah i can hear cooly calling

i can hear my shmigas calling
yeah i can hear g calling
i can hear selena calling
yeah i can hear my nina calling

i got this f-cking brick on my ankle now
they be wondering how i do it they be asking how
putting in work i’m always cashing out
boutta cop a louis belt cuz i got some style

hit it from the back she might stay a while
she love what i do she love my lifestyle
can’t f-ck with none you snakes, you’s a crocodile
just praying for the best when i go to trial

the feds caught me lacking that’s my own fault
i should’ve played it smarter such a big f-cking part
thumbing through the bread we call that sh-t al-a-carte
but seeing me in shackles that tore my mom apart

sometimes i sit alone and just think
what could i have done different what could i still be
i miss facing blunts and sipping on the drink
man i wish that in my fanta be always turning pink

this is a true story this whole rap be some facts
gotta serve my probation before i can get back to the trap
i’ll these fools spitting wack well i be spitting crack
and don’t you forget it’s escobar on the track

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