True

You say you love me, Your really do love me
I really don't believe you, cuz you put too much above me
Cars clothes shoes and jewels, keep all of them trix
Imma just move, burn it down Left eye cant see shit
In the coupe highway, gripping fifth gear
You fronted don't want it, now yo visions clear
Bid on it take a number, line in the rear
I don't play that, tooth ache decay that
Stay down don't get up, til you hear silence crack
Gotta keep it on the down low, I told you
I know its explosive; some say its voodoo
Here stay in the closet, til I see a clear view
Please ignore that smell, trust me its just meal due
I know yo girl gon be mad, cuz its pass curfew
Don't worry about her, cuz I don't wear perfume
Shes converter box Im digital, throwback original
Youll never cop it, cuz its only one in the sto
Supersonic hitchhike Im ironic, way up there
Cant catch me need chronic, I keepin loaded X Box sold it
Head of the game your time, is desecrated
Exposure I don't need it, Imma take it cuz you brought it
Now Im way conceited, How you gone get mad
Cuz I just took what you depleted, and turned it into
Sumthing like, the greatest achievement

Course
Its true you know Im comin through
It's the type of thing I regularly do
Its not new I pitty the foe try to get in my way
It wont be cool

Black girls all we got, is our voice
Imma stand here, and make some major ass noise
Imagine me, Martin Luther king
Malcolm X, you can meet me in the street
Muhammad Ali, cant surround me in the ring
Imma grab the mic, swear to keep you on your feet
Who really cares, if Im singing off key
All that really matters is, how I ride the beat
Have patient's youll see, Im the greatest MC
Bet you regret, you got the nose bleed seats
You smell like a hater, but you might just be cheap
I aint got nothing to say, cuz it cud be me
No it cant yes it can, I understand His plan
Its not about you its bout every other man, Even hers
If hes wack swerve, make that nigga bite the curb
American History X, will not get the last words
Tell you why, Im here Im fly
You cry late at night, begging pleading asking why
Its not you or your crew, Imma let do me new
Cuz Im old in the game, only for the fame
Know my songs know my name, all in my grill
What you delaying, get my number you playing
I cant hear shit you saying, back up you on my land
All in my space you standing, money don't faze me
But I charge but the minute, who paying
I take all them major credit cards, and that shit you slanging
Finally made a song without curse words, oops Im lying, its true.