Hello
No man I don't give a f*ck
I'm doing it anyways
Yeah I'm already in the booth man
Yo f*ck you
Yo graham play that beat
Everytime I hit the beat, They think it's all about the streets
But I'm just tryna tell these people that they cannot f*ck with me
I've been out here beefing, but I write like I'm a prodigy
And when it's time for me to eat, Don't wanna hear apologies
Nah you can keep your sorrys, I don't wanna deal with fakes
Talking shit behind my back, but it's never to my face
You can slither through grass, but I see right through you snakes
And there ain't no saving face, when I see you, catch a case
But there ain't gon be no evidence, or witnesses again
You'll be crying at the station, telling cops to keep you safe
You'll be crying to your mom telling her to get her addy changed
But I'm just waiting patiently to see you face to face
And I ain't on a diet, I've been hungry for the beef
When I see you pop the trunk, and Ill snatch you off the street
Down the old town road, honky tie your hands and feet
But this ain't no lil nas, bout to put you in a creek
I'm the man in my city, you a bitch that's hiding out
Sitting in your mamas basement, like you're scared they're finding out
That you're nothing but a snitch, and you ain't tryna fight it out
But that's okay, I'm real and the fake is dying out
ThaFlipp - The Truth (Intro) Lyrics
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Hello
No man I don't give a f*ck
I'm doing it anyways
Yeah I'm already in the booth man
Yo f*ck you
Yo graham play that beat
Everytime I hit the beat, They think it's all about the streets
But I'm just tryna tell these people that they cannot f*ck with me
I've been out here beefing, but I write like I'm a prodigy
And when it's time for me to eat, Don't wanna hear apologies
Nah you can keep your sorrys, I don't wanna deal with fakes
Talking shit behind my back, but it's never to my face
You can slither through grass, but I see right through you snakes
And there ain't no saving face, when I see you, catch a case
But there ain't gon be no evidence, or witnesses again
You'll be crying at the station, telling cops to keep you safe
You'll be crying to your mom telling her to get her addy changed
But I'm just waiting patiently to see you face to face
And I ain't on a diet, I've been hungry for the beef
When I see you pop the trunk, and Ill snatch you off the street
Down the old town road, honky tie your hands and feet
But this ain't no lil nas, bout to put you in a creek
I'm the man in my city, you a bitch that's hiding out
Sitting in your mamas basement, like you're scared they're finding out
That you're nothing but a snitch, and you ain't tryna fight it out
But that's okay, I'm real and the fake is dying out
No man I don't give a f*ck
I'm doing it anyways
Yeah I'm already in the booth man
Yo f*ck you
Yo graham play that beat
Everytime I hit the beat, They think it's all about the streets
But I'm just tryna tell these people that they cannot f*ck with me
I've been out here beefing, but I write like I'm a prodigy
And when it's time for me to eat, Don't wanna hear apologies
Nah you can keep your sorrys, I don't wanna deal with fakes
Talking shit behind my back, but it's never to my face
You can slither through grass, but I see right through you snakes
And there ain't no saving face, when I see you, catch a case
But there ain't gon be no evidence, or witnesses again
You'll be crying at the station, telling cops to keep you safe
You'll be crying to your mom telling her to get her addy changed
But I'm just waiting patiently to see you face to face
And I ain't on a diet, I've been hungry for the beef
When I see you pop the trunk, and Ill snatch you off the street
Down the old town road, honky tie your hands and feet
But this ain't no lil nas, bout to put you in a creek
I'm the man in my city, you a bitch that's hiding out
Sitting in your mamas basement, like you're scared they're finding out
That you're nothing but a snitch, and you ain't tryna fight it out
But that's okay, I'm real and the fake is dying out
Writer: Tyrone Makowski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid