[Lyric] Dot Dot Dot Dirt E. Dutch Remix (Breez Evahflowin')

[Chorus]:
Play some truth for me
Umm hmmmm

[Verse One]:
Young man still with all of his options
Quick to eyeball what he outta been watchin'
Worked it till what he do got him in Top 10
Got him the props then forgot about him and dropped him
Got home, girl still in love with not him (not him)
The friend he assume was plottin'
He stood still stunted, she assumed it stopped him
But opened up the door where the goon was locked in
Car pulls up to the driveway, about 10
Mr. Friend come to kick it again
But this time it gon' be somethin' different and then some
A brief description, a vicious event son
Came through the door, pipe drain to the jaw
Saw a lifeless thing with the brains on the wall
Arms and the legs rearranged on the floor
And a boy enraged with a chain and a saw
Fingers tuggin' at the string and the cord
And I hope for him that's the last thing that he saw
You heard that story before?
Maybe so
What's crazy though, somehow they still saved the baby though
Oh
I left that part out, must've forgot
The stress had the umbilical twisted in a knot
Squeezin' on her nerves so when mommy got shot
It somehow separated from the systematical shock
Still six months old in the fight of her life
And six months mo' till her vitals alright
Then 15 years till she find online
What her old grandparents try to hide all time
[Chorus]:
Play some truth for me
Umm hmmmm

[Verse Two]:
Then she was 18, three years on her own
Cheap thrillin', killin' any feelings of home
She willin' to get it on and get in the zone
But if you drillin' to the bed of her bones
You find a lone, scared
Little child in the wild with bears
With a smile that can hide in the tears
Hit the town, hitch a ride to the side they provide the beer
Slide out till the lies appears
Puts pressure aside to the plush of the pleasure inside
The snakes with the venomous eyes
Rise
Early mornin'
Curlin' out of the Mo'
Move slow
Make no sound with the do'
Empty all the wallet and doe
Leave it out on the flo'
Thumb on the road and away she go
To what
Where, how, she don't know
Sittin' on the bus, pickin' up a paper
Starin' at her picture for a minute that it take her
Same as from her grandmother's kitchen near the shakers
She think that it was just delusion
Rechecked the text
Scheduled execution
Somewhere west of Houston
Checks her loot and
Checks her bag and JetBlue's it
Imaginin' his face like "Who's this?"
Never seen him live outside of a news clip
Lookin' at the clock, still gotta make two trips
Race to the gate, red tape through the guards and
Echo's through the halls, "Dead man walking"
Enters the room where the mood then darken
Reverend just about done, been talkin'
Another gentleman with syringe in his hand
"DADDY!"
The looks of confusion
The word that brings pause to the execution
The pastor suggests they all exit room and
Allow him the breath before death consumes him
The pause
A long stare

At what they both imagined but never prepared
There's an odd sense of humble and who doesn't get spared
What God tears is under you could never repair
But you can learn how to maintain (maintain)
One day later realize the same thang
Same way walkin' outta a door
Walkin' out the corridor with a wallet on the floor

[Chorus]:
Play some truth for me
Umm hmmmm