The Truth

(album: Pick Of Da Litter - 2007)

I'm the truth... from the streets to the booth
I'm the truth... I serve rappers and trappers
I'm the truth... I hold the block nigga
Wasn't on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga
I'm the truth... from my spot to yo spot
I'm the truth... from yo block to my block
I'm the truth... I hold the block nigga
Wasn't on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga

Gates my family full of street niggas
Killers on my side that'll bang ya out
And beef with ya
To show you I'mma beast nigga
I once fucked over three niggas
I'll fighting go to shaking
Ain't no tapping out with me nigga
Money stretched pressed cop a fresh bricks over here
Money jumping out the pocket fresh out the soda bear
Where he from where is at
(Who it is that [?])
Don't leave him breath get em E
That's another trunk [?]
Respect ain't what it is
The making of a king
Dead game I got the right to leave em
Naked where they sleep
You take it and you leave
Don't be bracing up to me
Put that metal in your mouth
Like braces on your teeth
80s baby born in the crack epidemic
Now it's New Era fitted rock fresh Academics
Live by the code unless you pay to coast
I ain't caring if you sharing it's best you break it off

I'm the truth... from the streets to the booth
I'm the truth... I serve rappers and trappers
I'm the truth... I hold the block nigga
Wasn't on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga
I'm the truth... from my spot to yo spot
I'm the truth... from yo block to my block
I'm the truth... I hold the block nigga
Wasn't on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga

Gates get it like gun in hand
I'll make blow do the running man
Then exchange oh him play Randal Cunningham
Niggas saying duck the game
Cause the struggle man
I'm trying to count mo change
Than a Money Gram
Watch all this shit
Make it rain from the other hand
Nigga bout to have a coupe
Posted up on the block
Roof like a stadium
It open up from the top
Move like a Jefferson straight to the side
If you grind harder than me
Your bricks fin to die
Gates and Dead Game ain't going to pretend
Man carry weight like a chain on the end
My dick don't exist without brain on the end
No cut cut straight like a blade on your skin
A lot of niggas slow it down yes I'mma speed up
Running through a field of grass marching over tree stumps
Ain't no catching up to me
Way too many speed bumps

I'm the truth... from the streets to the booth
I'm the truth... I serve rappers and trappers
I'm the truth... I hold the block nigga
Wasn't on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga
I'm the truth... from my spot to yo spot
I'm the truth... from yo block to my block
I'm the truth... I hold the block nigga
Wasn't on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga

Kevin Gates BWA
(What that stand for)
Bread Winners Association
Hustle like get to work
Nigga never gets sleep
Watch it turn to rock
Pot popping like fish grease
Stacks in a rubber band
Grind stand six feet
I'll make a bitch bleed
Turn him into Swiss cheese
Body full of holes
Like a sponge in a rinse sink
Violence problems get overlapped
Why is that cause the bottom always strapped
Everythang a nigga know got a tote a gat
Forgive me lord I know a nigga day coming
It's like I turned a machine I just make money
I got a session set for [?] my bitch with me
Ten minutes for the hour black 650
Dead Game I gotta send the paint
My watch look like I took a Glock and shot it in the face

I'm the truth... from the streets to the booth
I'm the truth... I serve rappers and trappers
I'm the truth... I hold the block nigga
Wasn't on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga
I'm the truth... from my spot to yo spot
I'm the truth... from yo block to my block
I'm the truth... I hold the block nigga
Wasn't on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga