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Tell The Truth Lyrics - Artist : Lisi
Little boy, you ain't a thug, you ain't a killer
You ain't no top boy, you ain't no drug dealer Once they step in the booth, they act like they're from the streets I'm sick of all these flops fuckin' lying through their teeth Motherfucker, tell the truth You don't let that shit bang You ain't been part of a gang Lil' cunnah, tell the truth Yeah, tell the truth Yeah, I'm sick of hearing this music where they be talking big (Uh huh) I remember these moepi's when they were little kids (Okay) And now they're grown and rap about how they grip the stick And how they're in the trap, with the gang, fuckin' flipping bricks (The fuck?) I'm getting sick of it, now listen, kid It's really not that hard Just cut the act uce, I know you're really not that hard While you rap about being a gangsta and shit, I know some real OGs that's locked up in the yard It's not a facade where I'm from (Nah) My usos know that that's not the shit that I'm on (Yeah, they know) I'm tryna speak of the truth, and what I know from my days as a youth But these dickheads have got their minds wrong (Ay) You hold your uncle's gun and talk about you got them strap You sell a bit of weed and rap about you in the trap (Swear) Somebody draw a yellow line, 'cause the way that they be lying about their lives Gotta keep 'em off these fuckin' tracks Little boy, you ain't a thug, you ain't a killer You ain't no top boy, you ain't no drug dealer Once they step in the booth, they act like they're from the streets I'm sick of all these flops fuckin' lying through their teeth Motherfucker, tell the truth You don't let that shit bang You ain't been part of a gang Lil' cunnah, tell the truth Yeah, tell the truth Now everybody's selling drugs Why they all tryna lie? (Why?) They saying that they'll be quick to pull the strap out like a dyke (What?) But when it comes to the crunch, these bitches all run and hide I'm telling you that these pussies only spitting for the hype (True) But all these people listen and they're gassed like, "This man is insane" I be thinking to myself, "Why's he rapping this way?" See back in the day, he wasn't ever acting this way The only time he's gripping sticks is when he's jamming the game A bunch of frauds, pussies better watch their tone Acting like they're from the streets, but they're from good homes They tryna blend in, I'm tryna stand out (Facts) They never had arms (Nah), only got handouts (True) So why they talking big? A bunch of idiots These pussies make me sick, like it's chlamydia I'm fucking up the game when I rap, spitting nothing but facts Disqualify these fake cunts before they run on a track, bitch Little boy, you ain't a thug, you ain't a killer You ain't no top boy, you ain't no drug dealer Once they step in the booth, they act like they're from the streets I'm sick of all these flops fuckin' lying through their teeth Motherfucker, tell the truth You don't let that shit bang You ain't been part of a gang Lil' cunnah, tell the truth Yeah, tell the truth |
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