This how you do it man
Ayo
Ayo, this my word and it's truthfully spoken
And truthfully there's some truth to be broken
I mean, I'm usually scoping
For the realness in those abusing the dope men
Could use it as a token for something good to happen
But, I wish that something would, god damn it
The fact is, no matter how we know what matters
The truth can turn random bastards into backstabbers
Sometimes the truth's so lethal
And things like thought the root of all evil
Make us do shit we didn't think we could
And pursuing this is something I don't think we should
And truthfully I got so much in my life
Beliefs, love, you wouldn't realize
In rap though, I don't take shit
I blaze spliffs, that's the truth I have embraced
I made a oath to speak the truth, so the truth I'm speaking
I put it on paper because the truth is meant to be written
I made a oath to speak the truth, so the truth I'm speaking
I put it on paper because the truth is meant to be written
Don't get it twisted, bitch
Whatever man, feeling nothing and I love it
Yo, it's 'bout to pop off so go shove it
Why the fuck you bugging? Like we didn't struggle
Like we never done did hustle and them stickers out the budget
But, Erk and Kap, you know we kept it cool
Smart shit, break laws, but respect the rules
Any minute, any second fool
Any shit that we spit, you know we rep it true
Dirty now with the midnight sun
Yeah, I told you where this kid been from
Laid back, never did like dumb
Don't like to claim but we never bit our tongue
I see you rappers when the camera stop
Pack it up in a banana box
As I take the booth, can't fake or lose
Won't make the news, but gotta break the truth
I made a oath to speak the truth, so the truth I'm speaking
I put it on paper because the truth is meant to be written
I made a oath to speak the truth, so the truth I'm speaking
I put it on paper because the truth is meant to be written
Don't get it twisted, bitch
We gotta break the truth, nothing personal
You're a rapper, breaking your verse in two
In the booth, truthfully you kinda lame
How you gon' pull that biz off rhyming on stage?
Now, on the sneakiness
Sneaking pieces off your piece, fucking your peeps
At least we speaking it
Dick teasing chicks, knees to split
Thinking that she's the shit, Jesus can't believe this trick
Can't believe this bitch been in it too long
Like people not knowing how they used to bong
Usually on some I-know-it-all type of shit
De-da-de-dat, God, I hate that type of bitch
Been grinding, but never got that type of rich
Tryna stay positive, but hate that type of piss
And some dudes just don't get it
Fucking up the debt and credit, next time fucking forget it
I made a oath to speak the truth, so the truth I'm speaking
I put it on paper because the truth is meant to be written
I made a oath to speak the truth, so the truth I'm speaking
I put it on paper because the truth is meant to be written
Don't get it twisted, bitch