Tha Truth

Shit is real Some how some way Learned how to think ahead So i fight with my pen I'm dangerous Ain't no stopping (Hip hop hip hop) I'm still dropping (Can you hear me) Born rough and rugged (I know you can hear me) A true motherfucker Every single day Trying to make a dollar Out of fifteen cents Big up big up It's a stick up stick up May i kick a little something Crazier than a bag Of fucking angel dust (Lonjevity) And the truth is The truth is hidden But i'll give it to you And that's the truth Visions when i get in the booth I spit the truth Thinking of the minutes that flew Since in our youth Little kids in timberlands boots I'm living proof Listening to biggie and snoop Some gin and juice (Rolling down the street) (Uh) The wickedest And give me the loot That's my excuse (Give me the loot give me the loot) I grew up on some bishop in juice But what's the use (Yo) Just victems all just slipping too soon Ain't that the truth Never will it ever stop Sending this to every block Tenements with deadly cops Semi's and barettas cocked Friends is steady getting shot Penetentions getting locked Residences plenty spots Ever since eleven watched Dreamt of getting benzes washed Presedential bezel watch Special with the leather top Jevi not no fetty wap Temp is serengetti hot Went from spending pennies To a lexus Kept the emblem stock Remember when we let it rock Steady while the many watched Head spins electric shock Instead we left the benches Hit the trenches Getting fences hopped Then I'd get a pencil Or a pen and jot The memories of the elements Got evidence and jetting From the rent a cops (Woo) (Oh shit the cops) Headed for the penn Unless we meant For something better Not a pleasure But I'm repping With these letters Til I'm dead in box Death is just a resting stop Clock is ticking better watch it Stop ya bitching get ya guap Cuz stressing Ain't gonna help your pockets (Nah) The truth is hidden But I'll give it to you And that's the truth (I'll give it to you) Visions when i get in the booth I spit the truth Thinking of the minutes that flew Since in our youth (Time flies) Little kids in timberlands boots (Uh huh) I'm living proof (Living proof) Listening to biggie and snoop Some gin and juice (Rolling down the street) The wickedest and give me the loot (Give me the loot give me the loot) That's my excuse (Remember them days) I grew up on some bishop in juice (God) But what's the use (Damn) Just victems All just slipping too soon (Uh huh) (Yo) Ain't that the truth Grown up on some pac and big Honored to have bought the disc Know that I'm still knocking it Broke always talking shit No dough up in my pocket lint Colder than a hockey rink Stoned like a monument Smoking like a college kid Don't own a scholarship Or know all the knowledge Growing old Is an accomplishment Globe's full of contradiction Phobias and lots addictions Cops approaching Pot prescriptions Homeless not a job to give em Most are gone Or locked in prison Product of these politicians Only rob my wallet Not my soul Can't photo copy it Flowing like a rocketship Noone's in the cockpit Zoning out of consciousness Coping with these problems At the bottom of a rocky cliff Walking like a zombie Through this hopeless whole apocalypse Older than your floppy disc Lowering my confidence I don't know if god exists But open to the opposite Hold onto the moment Not a dollar can demolish it Jevi The truth is hidden But i'll give it to you (Uh huh) And thats the truth (That's the truth) Visions when i get in da booth I spit the truth (Real) Thinking of the minutes that flew Since in our youth Little kids in timberlands boots I'm living proof (Jevi jevi) Listening to biggie and snoop Some gin and juice (Rolling down the street) The wickedest And give me the loot (Give me the loot give me the loot) That's my excuse (For real) I grew up on some bishop in juice (Never stopped) But what's the use (Still got it) Just victems All just slipping too soon (Yo yo) Ain't that the truth Papa been smooth Since tupac was in juice And since nas's chipped tooth Big dropped give me the loot Doc did chronic with snoop Hits from common and cube Slim and mobb was still new King was rakim still true Rza brought in the wu Kim and foxy switched crews Jigga got with rick rube Minks and gaudy link jewels Ain't no copy click views Text or floppy disc tools Jevi hockey rink cool Since a toddler in youth Spitting proper in booth Getting dollars pimp juice Different collared tim boots Kid from bottomless shoes Flipping off of tin roofs Spinning rocking wind suits Whips that probably been used Rims and body kits too Kicking knowledge Skipped schools In the lobby get loose Didn't follow strict rules Think of all we lived through Wishing i could improve Bring it back to O two Putting on for hiphop Always dropping this truth The truth The truth is hidden But i'll give it to you And that's the truth (Uh huh) Visions when i get in da booth (God damn) I spit the truth Thinking of the minutes that flew (Time flies) Since in our youth Little kids in timberlands boots I'm living proof (Still got it though) Listening to biggie and snoop (Still holding it down) Some gin and juice (My mind on my money and money on my mind) The wickedest and give me the loot (Ninety eight to twenty three) That's my excuse Grew up on some bishop in juice But what's the use (Lonjevity) Just victems all just slipping too soon (Ha ha) Ain't that the truth Shit remember them days Had the field timbs With the camo tops Remember them shits (Shit) Breakdancing in the basement The lobby the park Back in the day We really lived that shit huh Still holding it down Got to love it (Truth) And that's the truth truth truth