The Truth Lyrics

I can not make this up

It's clear as cut that they ain't made like us

Don't put up a bluff show me what's up

I'm quick to lace them up

Put em to test

Class is in session, you ain't acing much

See now you on my time

That boy is like Einstein with the mic

The way I play is precise

Don't come if you afraid heights

Cause leveling up is life and you know we living right

When you can do this shit twice then it's nice

Still balling like where the hell is Vype

No I don't need your advice (Uh)

Opinions not needed, see I brought you to the light (Uh)

That boy is reason, but see I'm more into the logic that's what got us here

Thinking out loud, them clouds in here

Niggas know that that wood run deep, got The Wood on me

That's hood on me, that's hoodie

Hall of famer y'all on rookie

Hold up wait let's take a look see

Original member like Tookie, flow so crisp like cookie

Nigga that's dope and niggas don't want no smoke, that's clear

SDE till the death of me

And you know that's real

Nigga hold this here

The atmosphere just ripped

I know you felt shift, I mean the movement is so swift

Some times the chip could make the dip

Could not afford drip, but not I'm saucy as ever

Undoubtedly and thats through any endeavor

Who you know that do it better

Hard times that's what made me

Sometimes the truth could drive you crazy

They say that it shall set you free

Ten lies to one truth

I'm still hanging out the roof yelling Rampoo

She probably been finagled out that bagel if she's ran through

You probably wouldn't hit it if you ever had a chance to

You probably couldn't never endure the things that we had to

That's right, I'm taking it there

Them cloud boys still a breath of fresh air, to be fair

Positive reinforcements

This shit is dope cause the street endorsed it

Don't try to jock me nigga hold your horses

Top spot shotta

Ain't no botty boys on my roster

And I'm bout it if it's still a option

Watch who you clocking

Play with Bizzy then I got to pop ya

It's strictly business like when Dizzy tote the tools

I keep them handy and that's word to Poppa

I pour a Deuce to get me loose and now I'm feeling proper

Name a nigga hotter

Sicker than your average

Boy my flow is lava

On beats I'm like the doctor

Can stitch the track the nicest

The truth would probably shock ya