Truth Or Consequence Lil Rob (Ft. Clika One)

[Verse 1: Brown]
When it comes to my hustle, you're on the man
Gotta keep all my money in rubberband
God, our sins
Plan to make hella dough
I could fuck with some weed, I could shovel snow
I just gotta lay low when I'm doin' thangs
Got the cards in the grip, and my momma's been
True to this
I don't ever get caught up in
Foolishness, snitches can talk with the rugers
It's Judases
Reprosession, I do this shit
Follow rules, I don't ever do stupid shit
I don't talk on a tone, they ain't catchin' me
Don't be askin' me, prices, I guarantee
You get hung up or probably get run up on
Have the game figured out til the other mourn
There goes S.W.A.T.s when they kicked in my shit
Cause now I'm in county and facin' the consequence

Chorus: Nasty
We hope for the best and prepare for the worst
For sometimes, it don't go as planned
Aware with the rules when it blows in your face
And you facin' the consequence