Vault - Straight To The Truth Lyrics

Understand I make mistakes
And I don't mean to be a burden
Not a scam, it's in your face
Why would I lie and say I'm hurtin
Feel like I'm runnin' low on blood
My heart was stabbed, you see these wounds
You see these cuts, this shit been tough
Ain't no facade what I been through
Been an artist
I need Basquiat's in every room
Roll Biscotti, sippin Tris
That's just for letting loose
You claim that I'm the one you loving
Girl I need to get yo everything
Floatin' on this beat
When you hear me
Could tell Vault levitatin

Ease ya mind, let's elevate
You smokin' with the heavyweights
Half a p of reefer, out the Hershel
How I medicate
No rehearsal, let me demonstrate
Freestyle these verses
When I'm on the track
Know Vault gone set the record straight
Chirp there go the phone
Feel like this perfect timing
Cause in this world I feel alone
So I just hurt in silence
I feel The Reaper lurkin
So let me close the curtains
Raw emotions on this line
Got tears flowing just like these verses
Elevation of my spirit, know I'm God's son
That 5.56 had damn near hit
Feel like I dodged one
Know I was raised right
Stand tall on my ten, ain't got no stage fright
Was broke and hongry
Can't forget them days right
See now I got it made right
Gettin' all that shit I dreamt of
The reason I had waited for that 115
And sat up on the bench for
Vault make 'em feel some type of way
And change the look up on they face
Fine china in the dining room
Nigga we came from paper plates
Yes today it's safe to say that
Vault came in, I'm here to stay
Where y'all hoes was at
Bitch I was broke as fuck
From state to state
Now this trap phone jumpin
Had to tell Mi Gente, Andale
Goin' out the way
Just for the hate
These niggas find a way
Gone bring these niggas hell
We just tryin' to make it to heaven
Gotta buy my fam some new shoes
My brudda nem been steppin
I'm connected, just like Bluetooth
The trappers get the message
Vault was raised around Brookhaven
But this Smith'n, from the West End
Shot through the wall
We in the street with smoke
Them niggas ain wan kill me
Be honest, you just want some clout
Some pussy ahh Luh bitches
Switches on these Glocks
We don't shoot at the opps
We whip 'em
Call my dawg, just got the drop
Sent 'em on a mission to sick 'em