Tell The Truth

(album: Perspective - 2021)

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 fucking 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, fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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