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The Truth
44,285
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Truth was released on December 11, 2015 by Bread Winners' Association/Atlantic as a part of the album Islah (Deluxe)
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Release DateDecember 11, 2015
LabelBread Winners' Association/Atlantic
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM52

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Tarik Johnston
Tarik Johnston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Millz
Millz
Recording Engineer
Rvssian
Rvssian
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You gotta think
I make a lot of music about the struggle
I don't mind goin' through the struggle
This just another one, you hearin' me?
[Verse 2]
(Say Kevin bro)
(Man, what the fuck I'm here)
I will not be disrespected (What's goin' on out there?)
**** or a bitch
(Damn bro you, you dropped the ball)
(You ain't representin me)
I know, I know, I know, I know
I'ma shake back
[Verse 3]
Man in the mirror you way outta order
Go to jail who gon' look out for your daughter?
All on the news 'bout what happened in Florida
Posted on World Star her iPhone recorded
She grab my dick overreacted, I'm sorry
Two or three times I had already wondered
Edit that part out, I don't like to argue
My children go with me to every performance
[Verse 4]
Wrong you shoud have respect for yourself
You a queen and you wasn't respectin' yourself
Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt
You don't have to like me, go love someone else
[Verse 5]
Father forgive me I fucked up a blessing
Whenever I fall, you're the only one catch me
Let's change the subject, I gave a confession
You put me back in it, I bet I go extra
[Verse 6]
Wrong you shoud have respect for yourself
You a queen and you wasn't respectin' yourself
Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt
You don't have to like me, go love someone else
[Verse 7]
SauceLord Rich way they got me feelin'
I don't get tired, I got ten jobs
I am Zeus bumpin' Lito when I'm chillin'
I'm a bread winner, that is my religion
Don't comment on Twitter, let you know I meant it
I might like a picture, I'm like **** really?
I'm like Bobby Fischer, eat my competition
I'm ready to die, you gon' have to kill me
[Verse 8]
Which you right or wrong, don't believe in switchin'
Nasty from the shoulders, watch how I switch positions
Put 'em in a blender, my heart been December
Put 'em in a spitter, can't be reassembled
I'm a real ****, really made mistakes
Never ran away, I am not pretendin'
High school back when I was at McKinley
I still fuck with school bitch shout out to lil Brittney
Stay with black guys, **** always pickin' on a bright ****
I am really with it, then my home boy
Always in his feelings
This ain't 'bout him, I'm just reminiscin'
[Verse 9]
He was crackin' jokes, I was bein' silly
I was doin' me, fuck a public image
Passionate I could be extra sometime
Brasi turn back into Kevin sometime
Ain't right in the head, look back up in jail
Lord don't let us get put back in the cell
Washin' clothes in the toilet water, damn
Drinkin' out the faucet, had to use your hands
Gunna on the phone they got you lookin' back
For a punt return, they gon' run it back
Deal with it, Kevin stand up in they chest
This the same, pulllin
[Verse 10]
Got 'em on the line, tryna get a check
Remember who you are, they envy your success
Diamonds in your mouth, all around your neck
Black or Hispanic the worst you could be
[Verse 11]
I think to myself they must hate Puerto Ricans
Father Moroccan, my mother Boricua
Daddy a Muslim, my mother a Christian
I read from the book, a lot I don't remember
Santerian beads, karma come along
Now they want me gone like I'm Farrakhan
Praise you when you up, kick you when you fall
Throw you to the vultures, sniper pick you off
In a court of law, brought you to the floor
All my young rappers, that can fit with me
Learn from my misfortune, don't get in your feelings
Be a individual, you go to prison
I just took a stand with my saggin' pants
I just tell the truth, like I'm Jesus Christ
Meant to say Jesus I'm who they don't like
I'ma move around, I don't like the vibe
[Verse 12]
God up in Heaven you know that I need you
To the polices just make me invisible
To all my haters just make me invincible
Just make me invincible
To the polices just make me invisible
To all my haters just make me invincible
I just thank you
To all my haters you made me invincible
Written by: Kevin Gilyard, Tarik Johnston
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