Looking for the truth, for the truth

Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

Switchin′ up your style, but you've waited too long

Finally hit you now, it′s wrong

Basing yourself, and racing yourself in the name of truth

What's true?

Brother, baby, we've seen it all

And we′re tired, so what you want from me? (Grill on froze)

Looking for the truth

Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

Tell me what you want from me (Grill

On--) (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

Nothing can replace me if you′re not taking my lead

Better to be broken than in need, uh

Brother, baby, we've seen it all

And we′re tired, uh, so what you want from me?

Tell me what you want from me (what you want from me, from me)

Tell me what you want from me (Grill on froze)

Tell me what you want from me (want, from me)

Tell me what you want from me (Oh my God, what camera tho')

Lookin′ for the truth, for the job

Blowing like the time, word of mouth

Shawty told me that this world is ours

Selfish with that pussy like it's mine

Peppermint, double-mint, spearmint, type of shit

She the type of chick to get right on the dick

Ride on the dick, with no license and shit uh

No relatives, sentimental

It′s detrimental, be compared to its relevance

She the type of chick to get right on the dick

Ride on the dick, with no license and shit uh

Back and forth, wall to wall, using jaw

Losing drawers, it's exhausting

Never off, that pussy got, won't let her off, and it′s all good

Shout out my ex, though, she was the best, though

Got on my damn nerves, hella fresh, though

I bought that Guess shirt, she had that mesh shirt

I turn it to a sweatshirt, throw on that Sweatshirt

She fuck with Earl, too

She fuck with girls, too

I fuck with her too

Tell her quit the chattin′, jaws made for chewin'

If you fuckin′ with me, bet you know what you're doin′, like

Pep talk. I like the dirty, dirty, the little, beat it, beat it

Tell her mind and my brothers a whole lot of shit

She will never get in

You know will let me hit it

I know i'll never make a bitch feel very sleepy

Go ahead of me and this ain′t a break

A whole mogul rich nigga, I got pretty tastes

She get it like she do plus I get plenty hate

I got choppas call me pretty Drake