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Truth
1,009
Hip-Hop/Rap
Truth was released on August 13, 2021 by The Wealthy Brand as a part of the album The 13 Tape
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Release DateAugust 13, 2021
LabelThe Wealthy Brand
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jugg Harden
Jugg Harden
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malik Lashay Grimes
Malik Lashay Grimes
Composer

Lyrics

(Jugg Harden)
(Jerry, what the fuck?)
Put a Goose on my ho, Moncler on my son
If a **** sip my cup, he gon' need another lung
She know that out-of-town dick come with good drugs and funds
Throw a **** parties only time he havin' fun
Make a gangster turn into reverend like he Runs
I'ma buy the booth just to stand in the club
Fuck your '42, I got juice in the club
Sendin' shots to his roof, that's a different type of buzz
Treat an opp like a coupe, drop his roof
They ain't gotta book me, bitch, I'm good on Truth
I don't want no molly, want no Xans, I want juice
He a laid-back killer, tough guy like it's Juice
**** think they Bishop 'til they hangin' off a roof
Bitch thought she was special 'til I kicked her out the coupe
Last thing they heard, lil' Harden used to hoop
Ain't never met Eminem, but, ****, I'm the proof
When the switch on the Glocky, I swear it hit different
I get my lick back on ****, I don't lick bitches
You sippin' Trish or Thomas, ****? It's a big difference
That bitch cut me off, I tried to stuff a brick in her
You buy pints that ain't sealed
You be fallin' in love with hoes that ain't real
They call you Harden, how you end up in the field?
I take pills for the scars that ain't healed
I want the strongest drugs, I want the darkest mud
We was cool, you an opp now, fuck what we was
Catch a dancin'-ass **** and shoot up the club
Look up to my lil' ****, you my grandson
Put a Goose on my ho, Moncler on my son
If a **** sip my cup, they gon' need another lung
She know that out-of-town dick come with good drugs and funds
Throw a **** parties only time he havin' fun
Make a gangster turn into reverend like he Runs
I'ma buy the booth just to stand in the club
Fuck your '42, I got a pint full of mud
Send shots to his roof, that's a different type of buzz
Cut the rules off and pull up to his mama house
We gon' make her wish she would've took the condom route
When they post him on the 'Gram, this ain't no shoutin' out
He an internet thug, so we gon' log him out
He don't pop out at night, he heard it's gettin' scary
You be grantin' hoes wishes, you the pussy fairy
I got two hoes with me just like Mary Mary
I be runnin' from her cat just like Tom and Jerry
Hope the opps take a Xan' and have a heart attack
My lil' **** eatin' Percs like a Smartie pack
When I fuck her from the back, she be fuckin' back
He heard Jugg fucked his bitch, he wanna get the strap
I don't never swallow pride, I put pills on her
I let the chopper do the talkin', it get real vocal
I know how to rerock the pints and put seals on it
I'm the reason your bitch hurt and got a shield on her
Put a Goose on my ho, Moncler on my son
If a **** sip my cup, they gon' need another lung
She know that out-of-town dick come with good drugs and funds
Throw a **** parties only time he havin' fun
Make a gangster turn into reverend like he Runs
I'ma buy the booth just to stand in the club
Fuck your '42, I got a pint full of mud
Send shots to his roof, that's a different type of buzz
Written by: Malik Lashay Grimes
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