El Gant - Truth Hurts lyrics

rate me

Feat. Torae & DJ Devastate

I'm from the Eva, the champion hoodie, signature game cap

It's kinda sick in it when you see where the game's at

Some niggas started out nice, couldn't remain that

Cause the chase stacks got you thinkin', it's the same cat?

Strange act what they do for the loo

You abandon all yo standards, only glamour pursuin'

Chasin' papers, catchin' bakers, biz murky and snew

That lil' this and young that, mr. record in you

I'm expectin' the truth when niggas step in the booth

So they call me a throwback, the paragraph and the proof

Fly me pass these faggot asses then catch the cool

Dizzle express, this why I do what I do

(Hook)

You know I bring it to you live

(Scratches)

(Verse)

Raised in the starting jacking era

Back in the time and the place

It was suit us with the puncher whack rapper in the face

In the stage to the rhythm of the base, toss him to the fans

K arrest, P endorse styles, undercover bodies to the fans

I never get there with my parlor, led my persons outta yellow

Made the phone like Jimmy Hearts, sittin' ducks

Cut up from late battles

Stick the industry and make everyone lay flat

Push yo breming like an A track

Here to take back, ? catchin' inna make my paybacks

Stay facts while all these cats are make shift

Get up in these muthafuckas like a rape kit

H shit, the game's chronic detained

I used to wanna fuck it, now it needs a face layer

Half wasted, started in the gutter, made it back

Now hip-hop's sleepin' in his mother's basement

(Hook)

You know I bring it to you live

(Scratches)

(Verse)

Basically yo blunts are to be boarded in this professional session

And raiders second guessing, sure into the essence

This is the coalescence, I elect or neglect it

From graffiti to beat boy scratchin' on the record

The wankin' on the record, the tradition remains

K Arrest, let 'em know what we're basically sayn, huh

And I'm not playn like a kid without a friend

In this business, give a little what they take without an answer

In a minute, watchin' everyone pretend like a Vespasian

The music lost it's forms, gotta run 'em like a lesbian

With the mess we're in, nobody wants to clean up

Skinny individuals, nobody wants to team up

Workin' out, spot with boss to the lean cut

Spit dope for your fucking cripple beans up

(Hook)

You know I bring it to you live

(Scratches)