Hollon
Brucce is the Truth
And Deuce is the Sleuth
It don′t matter the version it's ending in Wayne
He was birthed off of hurt and then prospered in pain
He started his life the world said he was lose
Now where is the proof
The world made me heartless in turn I got focused and trained
Now look at the time of the day
Dame
If I gave you my shoes would you play
Would you shoot it or go for a lay
They doin′ you foul but do you want the tres
I'm Irving I'm gon′ make a way
I′ll swerve and I'll crash in the lane
In the game I′ma face I'm tryna make a name
It′s niggas that swerve and they pass so that others be great
Lames
I'm to the rim like Luol Deng
Like get onnat rim
I really put lives on the line for the win
I spin I′m dunkin
Or back out a knife
Cause I really played with the claw like I'm Tim
I don't do no talking just come to the gym
It′s Christopher Walkin′ the way that I pimp
And I walk with a limp
Got a scar on my eye and my chin
It taught me be cautious cause life's not a sim
Life taught me the dawning of not having friends
From longing to ball to tourin′ in a Benz
How pourin' a four gon′ make me color bend
Wasn't able to snore, but it helped me pretend
If I pour any more then it might be the end
I′m bored of Noir's and appalling events
I'm bored of the dark and I′m bored of the rain
I spent my whole life just tryna see the day
If I gave you my shoes would you play
I′m Irving I'm gon′ make a way
I'll swerve and I′ll crash in the lane
I'm to the rim like Luol Deng
Slammin′ yo shit
The Nobles insane
Got blood on my Asics and threw 'em away
I went through the basics and ducked getting chained
I'm cool on a pendant it might feel the same
Since I′m on it let′s talk about life shit
I used to stay tired, off deuces I'm lifeless
Brain on override like why is my life like this
Felt like I been died, tried numbing to fight it
Used to try to smile but nothing would hide it
And that′s when I stopped tryna hide it
Never thought I'd rap it but I chose to write it
Never thought relapsin′ would happen while fightin
My mind is a trap like attacks on Mike Tyson
It's the reason the Act is enticing
Why is being alive always feeling so lifeless
Brucce is the Truth
And Deuce is the Sleuth
It don′t matter the version it's ending in Wayne
He was birthed off of hurt and then prospered in pain
He started his life the world said he was lose
Now where is the proof
The world made me heartless in turn I got focused and trained
Now look at the time of the day
Dame
If I gave you my shoes would you play
Would you shoot it or go for a lay
They doin' you found but do you want the tre
I′m Irving I′m gon' make a way
I′ll swerve and I'll crash in the lane
In the game I′ma face I'm tryna make a name
It′s niggas that swerve and they pass so that others be great
Lames
I'm to the rim like Luol Deng
