Truth - Tommie, Anthony Hamilton

Living in luxury sawlme on tv

It ain’t what’s it’s cracked up to be

Broken home doing rooms just to fuck with me

In and out of custody slick niggas lust to me promise n' shit

On top of that dealing with the fact my momma is sick

Fatal illness you don’t know the type of shot I deal with

Say I’m a alcoholic so what I take a sip

I’m just tryna cop with some real shit

Paint me out to be the villain

But if I hand you my Louboutins

Bitch your feet can’t fit in

Bavoliez one on Mondays

Or front rows on runways

Knew I would get it one day

Legit where your gun play can I be honest

This ain’t edifies for a sketch

Still that girl my uncle used to molest

Still that girl my momma used to neglect

So I grew up fast and I know how to finesse I degreased

See they know the old tommie but I smarten up

I know these niggas so grimey

Nigga I got two daughters I’m a whole mommy

Gotta get it regardless if a nigga co-sign me

They say I need rehab they gossip bout me bad

But in my face they dickride

I swear they need some kneepads

Rum noodles to sea bass

Went from stripping to see cash

To trips to Barcelona watching my daughters play freeze tag

I went without seeing him cause he was always locked up

17 got knocked up had my baby in lock up

Guess the cycles hard to be idol or your role model

The shit I deal with make me wanna pour the whole bottle

Bitches clout chasing off of TV time

But don’t worry about Tommie

Just know that shit be fine

Own sister betrayed me

My own brother stole from me

Stole my phone and computers

Now I watch how I maneuver

My hearts in the cooler minus 30 degrees

It’s so funny watching you hoes surface for cheese

When I was homeless seems like all my homies was pleased

Now they jealous cause im bumping and finally at ease 7