Truth Be Told - Intellectual

[Verse 1: TJOnline]

Truth be told, I'm a little older

A little colder, my shoulder

Is warming up but it's pretty slow

I'm getting closure and getting closer

To authenticity, my soul

Is a little ghostly when I approach her

When I approach her

Truth be told I don't go on socials

I'm not the focus, I'm vocal

But I don't know if I can

Really do too much by posting

It's just a go to, if I don't know you

I won't approach you

Truth be told I don't think I've ever dated anyone

I was supposed to, not even close, you

Would think I got over, my church shit

Not even close, you would be surprised by

What you go through, when they disown you

And won't approach you

(You would be surprised, they won't approach you)

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain: TJ Online]

What do you mean?

What do you mеan?

What do you mean?

What do you mеan?

[Verse 2: TJOnline]

Me and your babe twist up like two-strands

Think we invented a new dance

Check my mood ring

That shit say I'm too handsome

Swear that it's broke it don't say nun else

I don't go stealth no more

Look at my ass it's amazing, ain't it

Look at my ass, get amazing payments

Look at my ass, like it made a statement

[Refrain 2: TJOnline]

Come on kick

Kick, kick, kick, kick

Come on kick

Kick, kick, kick, kick

I'm telling the truth huh

I''m telling the truth huh

You wanna get stupid huh

I'm looking at you huh

[Verse 3: SWIM]

Phone on DND, flow on TNT

Black owned business, all my bitches black as BET

100 milli that just TBD, back when Keisha was on EBT

Know a couple n***** wanna see me bleed

Bitch I see you as a lick lick lick lick lick lick

You can't get a split this ain't fucking make a wish, bitch

They sending the minnows to get up with a big fish

They ain't get the memo I turn em into fish sticks

Stacking for my kids kids kids kids kids kids

Ice Age on her wrist wrist wrist wrist

Rock a crazy fit, just to ball out at the quick trip

Somebody tell Santa I got AK's on my wish list

Bitch

I don't trust a soul, that's the truth be told

I don't trust a soul, mine will never be sold

Money make 'em fold on they moral code