What Is the Truth?

Bitch I'm not going to lose
Star on my tooth
You don't make sense
Yeah bitch boy obtuse
I'm finding my groove
Stitch up my wounds
Like a thief in the night
All in the tombs
Run up the check
I'm copping some jewels
(Heh, heh, heh)
Yeah
What is the truth

Bitch I can't stop
Cause I'm killing it (Eh)
You bitches is embarrassing
You bitches is some therapist
Shut the f**k up
I'm not gonna hear this sh*t
I'm going to make you the opposite
Boy you not infinite
Unlike this beat
Bitch it's not limited
I'm going to be big
Just cause I stick too it
Vocals with grit
Song with no skip
You lost your grip
So I decided to dip
Going to get my chips
Slit up my wrist
While I'm holding my fist
Hit of the liquid mint
Don't tell me that none of my friends are going to commit
Sh*t
Guess I'm a risk
Death on my mind
One thing for show is I'm going to kill this rhyme

Dude
Tell me what I'm going to do
Like a dog I'mma chew sh*t
Have you seen my shoe
Don't like the way you run your mouth
Wash your sh*t with shampoo
Look at the messages
My bad habit
Bitch it's no accident
Bitch I like punk
And you are a punk
You like the show
And I like the drums
And when I get drunk
I can't be touched
I am on top
I am the one

What is the truth
Bitch I'm not going to lose
Star on my tooth
You don't make sense
Yeah bitch boy obtuse
I'm finding my groove
Stitch up my wounds
Like a thief in the night
All in the tombs
Run up the check
I'm copping some jewels
(Heh, heh, heh)
Yeah
What is the truth
(Ahh)
What is the truth
Bitch I'm not going to lose
Star on my tooth
You don't make sense
Yeah bitch boy obtuse
I'm finding my groove
Stitch up my wounds
Like a thief in the night
All in the tombs
Run up the check
I'm copping some jewels
(Heh, heh, heh)
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Carl Shuler
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