Izzy Davis - True (feat. King Cuhvee) Lyrics

I don't f*ck with you no mo'
I don't need no new bro bros
Everything I do low low
Sometimes you got to move solo
Cut the grass and I do mow low
I ain't one to fool no joke

We don't really f*ck with you though
Your flow is so so I'm solo so girl it's a no go
Don't ask
No pass for no one
No handouts from no one
Cause bitch I'm a grown man
Conan flow oh damn
Zoning to get on this whole jam
Married to the game I can't be your boyfriend
But get emotional when I hear slow jams
Back to my room all alone with some lotion
Back to the business I'm wishing they would
Doubt us and count us out
Probably should
That's the same reason we getting so good
And the reason I'm leaving my heart on these hooks
And these verses I emerged up out of the mud
Tough luck is nothing I stopped giving f*cks
Yall focused on stuntin' enough is enough
Got me f*cked up as f*ck homie you are not tough
You and your whole crew are boo boo
Like what you get chewed through
I choose to do what I'm not used to
Want to be my doll but bitch I do voodoo
Your stuff is old news brodie this that new new
Who knew I'd be back with this many vendettas
Plan better
Middle finger up talk with hand gestures
Rap better
You aint got to act clever
Saying that I'm last never
Cannot see me even at my half effort
So f*ck what you think about me and my team
And they doubt me like how could he reach such a thing
And there's so many people that have the same dream
In my city alone
Why you rapping at me
I dont want to hear you flow
Yall mirror eachother I swear yall are clones
Superior to you better act like you know
Better back up I act up and I'm half passed go
It's true

I don't f*ck with you no mo'
I don't need no new bro bros
Everything I do low low
True
Sometimes you got to move solo
Cut the grass and I do mow low
I ain't one to fool no joke

Hop in this bitch like a baby
Lost in the mix underated
Haters So quick with the glazing
After my dick like I'm Chaney
F*ckin' with the team is just crazy
Bringing heat to the beef like it Beijing
Can't stop my hustle
Push them off like Russell Watch you tumble and then shoot it in your face see
They itchin' for a clout shout
Nigga will the foul mouth
Did it from the ground out
Digging myself out how
They wanna come around now
Thinking that we pal pals
Tryna' have a pow wow
I been thinking out loud Cause it make me feel better
Wrote myself a heal letter
Might be on the Ill spectrum
I wonder why they still let a
Nigga strung on pills get a
Shot at becoming the president
Let's take a shot here's one for the president
Rappers are frauds
Endorsing their negligence
I spit it raw but walk like a gentleman
Take a day off nah rather get a lick
I got some balls yall haters get to lick
You'd do me wrong as long it benefit
Cutting them off watching them wreck their whip
I'm out this bitch thank my exorcist
Still kind of pissed that my ex exists
No credit for clips you an extra in
The factor know Izzy the X in this
Only friend that chill with is Benjamin Frank
Too many niggas just switch up and fake
With They intention to switch in your place
Dead to me mentally pissin' on graves

I don't f*ck with you no mo'
I don't need no new bro bros
Everything I do low low
True
Sometimes you got to move solo
Cut the grass and I do mow low
I ain't one to fool no joke
I don't f*ck with you no mo'
I don't need no new bro bros
Everything I do low low
Sometimes you got to move solo
Cut the grass and I do mow low
I ain't one to fool no joke