David Stones - The Truth lyrics
rate me[Hook]S.t. is the truth! S.t. is the truth! S.t. is the truth! S.t. is the truth! S.t. is the truth! S.t. is the truth! S.t. is the truth! The illest nigga you know! [Verse 1: David Stones]I'm comfortable with being myselfThese niggas acting like they somebody elseLook, we had it with your fantasy rapTalking bout you could've did this and would've did thatI think it's bout time we bring reality back cause in reality the fact is your shit is just wackMatter of fact your whole career is a jokeAnd shame on them yes men you got giving you hopeThey call me VVS Stones in some VVS StonesWell known, my name ring like them PBS phonesAnd I'm waking niggas out of their slumber this summerDon't even bother to callI got your numberTry to get up in my lane if you dareIf I catch you over here you best to be waving a road flairI don't play fair you don't want me to demonstrate itOr insert name here, I could dedicate itPut your career in the trash like I'm sanitationSay hello to the future nigga, salutationsI could hear their hearts palpatatingWhile these niggas hatingI'll be living off the land steady cooking up a plan to tip the scalesStrategize while demons rise to no availGot God on my side he know me wellI was taught to talk in code it's too risky on them cellsSon they hanging brothas in them jailsJudge hitting niggas with them 7-figure bailsFarewell letters through the mailWill he ever walk the streets again?Time will tellThese niggas filling every bar up with punchlines while I use mine to uplift in these hard timesThis aint just words rhyming in the boothThis right here is significant proof that S.t. is the truth! [Hood][Verse 2: David Stones]They impressed with my intellect and view me as a threat cause my respect can't be paid in the form of a checkI perform in rare form I was blessed with a gift to put my foot up on these motherfuckas neckI grind in the night while you sleptKept running shit while you were running out of breathI hear these niggas saying they the best then you play the mixtape and that shit is a hot- messA lot represent it but only a small percent is documentedThe rest get x'd off the list cause they aint authenticYea I'm independent but the bars is hard enough to lock 'em in it so them history books they better log us in itThis a victory commercially and criticallyFuck whoever hating let 'em wallow in their miseryI'm everything they wish to be, literallyAnd if they aint feeling me it must be something wrong with 'em physicallyIn my eyes it's no such thing as competitors cause they're all prey and I'm the mothafuckin' predatorWildin on the regular, S to the... You could never walk in my shoes cause I'm 10 steps ahead of yaThey'll never be another emcee as dope as meVVS Stones, put me on I give you clarityThis aint just words rhyming in the boothThis right here is significant proof that S.t. is the truth! [Hook][Verse 3: David Stones]Ayo I flow so fluidly I should tax my CD's with a water feeOpposing S.t. your chance of victory are very slimI come baring bars, I'm a fuckn barbarianThey like ahhh damn, not him againThat nigga Buckshot lil cousin fuckn' goin inChivalry aint dead I catered to a few women friend but these niggas is bringing new meaning to gentlemenThey sucker softProlly walk up in a A&R office, close the door and go and suck 'em offNiggas cop my shit and start trashing the storeThen their nose start to bleed cause that shit is so rawQuick question for you overnight sensationsWhat's your lyrical equation when brought up in conversations?Or do you lack a nomination?Don't even give a fuck about the culture you're disgracing
