The Truth (“Pick Of Da Litter” version) – Kevin Gates
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I’m the truth… from the streets to the booth I’m the truth… I serve rappers and trappers I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga Wasn’t on the block nigga Now I own the block nigga I’m the truth… from my spot to yo spot I’m the truth… from yo block to my block I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga Wasn’t on the block nigga Now I own the block nigga
Gates – my family full of street niggas Killers on my side that’ll bang ya out And beef with ya To show you I’mma beast nigga I once fucked over three niggas I’ll fighting go to shaking Ain’t no tapping out with me nigga Money stretched pressed cop a fresh bricks over here Money jumping out the pocket – fresh out the soda bear Where he from – where is at (Who it is that [?]) Don’t leave him breath get em E That’s another trunk [?] Respect ain’t what it is The making of a king Dead game – I got the right to leave em Naked where they sleep You take it and you leave Don’t be bracing up to me Put that metal in your mouth Like – braces on your teeth 80s baby – born in the crack epidemic Now it’s New Era fitted rock fresh Academics Live by the code unless you pay to coast I ain’t caring if you sharing it’s best you break it off
I’m the truth… from the streets to the booth I’m the truth… I serve rappers and trappers I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga Wasn’t on the block nigga Now I own the block nigga I’m the truth… from my spot to yo spot I’m the truth… from yo block to my block I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga Wasn’t on the block nigga Now I own the block nigga
Gates get it like – gun in hand I’ll make blow do the running man Then exchange oh him – play Randal Cunningham Niggas saying duck the game Cause the struggle man I’m trying to count mo change Than a Money Gram Watch all this shit Make it rain from the other hand Nigga bout to have a coupe Posted up on the block Roof like a stadium It open up from the top Move like a Jefferson – straight to the side If you grind harder than me Your bricks fin to die Gates and Dead Game ain’t goin’ to pretend Man carry weight like a chain on the end My dick don’t exist without brain on the end No cut – cut straight like a blade on your skin A lot of niggas slow it down – yes I’mma speed up Running through a field of grass marching over tree stumps Ain’t no catching up to me Way too many speed bumps
I’m the truth… from the streets to the booth I’m the truth… I serve rappers and trappers I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga Wasn’t on the block nigga Now I own the block nigga I’m the truth… from my spot to yo spot I’m the truth… from yo block to my block I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga Wasn’t on the block nigga Now I own the block nigga
Kevin Gates – BWA (What that stand for) Bread Winners Association Hustle like get to work Nigga never gets sleep Watch it turn to rock Pot popping like fish grease Stacks in a rubber band Grind stand six feet I’ll make a bitch bleed Turn him into Swiss cheese Body full of holes Like a sponge in a rinse sink Violence – problems get overlapped Why is that – cause the bottom always strapped Everythang a nigga know – got a tote a gat Forgive me lord – I know a nigga day coming It’s like I turned a machine – I just make money I got a session – set for [?] my bitch with me Ten minutes for the hour – black 650 Dead Game – I gotta send the paint My watch look like I took a Glock and shot it in the face
I’m the truth… from the streets to the booth I’m the truth… I serve rappers and trappers I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga Wasn’t on the block nigga Now I own the block nigga I’m the truth… from my spot to yo spot I’m the truth… from yo block to my block I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga Wasn’t on the block nigga Now I own the block nigga