Lyrics:
Fiend The Truth Is

finest marijuana Lady call your mama and just ease your lil nana nana Cause you ain't goin home, you done run up on the jones Say look shorty the truth is

finest marijuana Lady call your mama and just ease your lil nana nana Cause you ain't goin home, you done run up on the Jones Say look shorty the truth is

out, means ya'll fiends This shit's hot, nigga, letting off steam This is like a movie action scene Ring, ring, ring like a machine This shit's money, nigga, this shit's green This shit's is

side of a car Maybe a little weed to intensify the scene To provide a solid answer to the question a??why I lean?a?? A boneafide fiend that be taking

rap artist Missin' old dude is from the old school He abide by the old rules And our Pro-Tools is 38 longs The crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is

the pound yo Five minutes flat the whole town though Lot is assumin' a niggas salary More lies than truth definitely more rumors than reality Only way you beatin' a body is

my lyrics is my testimony, that?s how I live I had to get rid of a lotta fake homies over the years You see me on TV sometimes, not how it is Y'all gotta

, it's not my fault Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break I pull out my old white too $hort tape I'm playing "dope fiend beat" and

the microphone Too $hort Too $hort See, I'm fresh like always, I'm comin' at you And you know I won't stop till I'm through So get on it, now is the