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The truth is here
You must believe
The truth you fear
Put your trust in me

Trust no one (Trust no one)
Better clutch yo gun
Or you better fuckin' run (You better run)
Or bad luck gon' come
Man frust no one
Where im from niggas only believe in a gun
Man trust no one
Niggas put lumps on ya head for a lump sum

Go dig ya own hole
Flow like im in Diggin in the crates
Swag been outta this world Since leprechaun went to space
I swerve these bitches it's gon be a quite long summer
Broad asked me for my digits i gave her mike jones number (Haaa)
The pipe chrome slump ya
Like pam oliver, i leave ya wig fucked up and splitted
Big truck or a civic, forever the realest
Hip hop ain't used to this like seeing Memp bleek without a du-rag
Or Papoose without a fitted, let's see who the illest
In dirt under pavement after they blast, back to my task fast
Work like a slave to master my craft
I Make Johnny storm get cold feet
Hardbody like Ben grimm
Make moves like it's nothing
Like i Bussed a nut in Alicia Masters face, yall ain't even gon see it coming
Lil nigga scratching the sofa your booster seat is sunken
My talent that ill, im that trill
I'm bringing that real, you Tinker bell im more Tinker Hatfield
Death come in threes, but

Trust no one
Here come the truth in 1
2, 3, 4, 5
You just scared to open your eyes (Wooh)
Trust no one
Here come the truth in 1
2, 3, 4, 5
You just scared to open your eyes

Trust no one (Trust no one)
Better clutch yo gun
Or you better fuckin' run (You better run)
Or bad luck gon' come
Man frust no one
Where im from niggas only believe in a gun
Man trust no one
Niggas put lumps on ya head for a lump sum

I used to watch Rosanne so what she did made a scar
Back from the dead like Dan conner so watch me raise the barr
The truth you been looking for all these years is right under ya nose, but you blow me Away when it's cold
My heart is overfroze
Skywalk across the globe
Been on mars for 24 hrs but i been had soul
Let me capture ear lobes, in my lane fuck the road
Son of sam is a bastard but let off a whole mother load
Hoes know, treat me like a prince you just a small toad
Theme song for the truth watch me make it mark snow
Heart cold, nah I don't blame you for being skeptical
Put niggas in Kurt Angle ankle locks when they step to you
Gold medal 'round my collar probably break my neck too
Shredded through, to get accepted they doing shit that aint acceptable
Man It's nothing worst when a hater's a glock holder
He been waiting to pop off your scully like Fox Moulder
You corny you pop culture, hip hop soldier
Goons run up in ya room put brain splatter all on ya Lebron posters
Nigga don't trust the president of ya label
You just a price tag, a dead horse without a stable
A pussy without a litterbox
Just sit low, hating on niggas you get nothing outta that Like robbing skidrow
Im the truth, James St. Patrick can vouch for that
I fall off, strap up the moon shoes catch me bouncing back
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