Truth Soundz Better.

Right now, all these yes men, that's in these rappers' corners

Every time you make a song, it's jammin, it's jammin, it's jammin

Every time you do somethin, oh, that it, that it, that it

They gon' be the main ones when it go down

Uh, lay in that bed you made, I hope it's Tempur-Pedic

I told bro after this, I take a break, I think I need it

I've been carryin' on like I got a flight to catch

Don't put me in a row with suckas

I don't mingle with them cats, uh

Stain on your jacket, I take pride

With keeping my clean, uh

I watch them smile and hug

The ones they say was green

I wonder how they feel

When the plussah not around

But really, I don't care

I'm the one that held it down

Had the voice, had the lyrics

Never rap fishing

I don't do they politickin

Bunch of fake niggas, huh

What make you real

When you yourself in every room

Different doors bein' open

I done seen it I'm in tune

Not a sheep like the rest of them

I done work with the best of them

I'm not sleep like the rest of them

Won't sell my soul, that's a negative

I'm not sheep like the rest of them

I done work with the best of them

I'm not sleep like the rest of them

Won't sell my soul, that's a negative

Cut you niggas off like circulation at the wrist

Life by taking chances, roll the dice and take the risk

Simon said don't do it, but I did, so Simon pissed

Got that dawg in me, lucky number seven, Michael Vick

Fostwodef, got so much motion, niggas sick

Been jumped off the porch, was young and thuggin since a jit

Couple niggas that I thought was real turned out to be a bitch

Who I trust Me, myself, and I

Cause all these niggas gritz

I'm not a sheep like the rest of them

I done work with the best of them

I'm not sleep like the rest of them

Won't sell my soul, that's a negative

I'm not sheep like the rest of them

I done work with the best of them

I'm not sleep like the rest of them

Won't sell my soul, that's a negative

That's gonna leave you high and dry

Then you get locked up, they ain't gonna write you no letters

They gonna try to get at your gal

If she ain't strong, she gonna fall victim

Know what I'm talking about

And really all you got is your mama

Groundwork Boyz