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TRUTH HURTS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
TRUTH HURTS was released on February 19, 2026 by Third World Posse as a part of the album NO REST 4 THA WICKED
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Release DateFebruary 19, 2026
LabelThird World Posse
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM141

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLOODGROUND
BLOODGROUND
Bass, Cowbell
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Castillo
Joseph Castillo
Songwriter
Armen Arutiunian
Armen Arutiunian
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tacet
Tacet
Engineer
BLOODGROUND
BLOODGROUND
Producer

Lyrics

Bitch I'm in all black
Johnny cage With my muthafuckin shades on
Hide you from my eyes
See the hatred, why my pain strong
Big shark of tha ocean I don't need to stretch some bape on
Know that when I see you
Best you better take yo jays off
Look in the sky
Pray to my god
Forgive me for all the sins that I've caused
Corny ass rappers
Satanic ass songs
Nobody cares
That you were not loved
Counting up
My shows get buck
Love my clothes, they know I'm hood
You Just a cloud
A pissing party
Bitching cuz you got rained on
You takin pictures lookin tough, nah you got on a sad face
Tell the people "this my hood" you caught up in a rat race
Proud you took my sloppy seconds
Boy you got a plastic plate
Take you both right to the back and shoot em in the fuckin face
North Monte where I'm from
Bitch I'm SGV bound
Yes they love me all the way to NY Tacet bring the Third World sound
Play with something safe bitch don't ever play with me
You hate yourself
You hate your looks
Now we know why you're unhappy
God dammit I'm gone
I'm in my zone
Five hit you face
Now I'm turning to goat
Watching you
Just like a yautja
I'm skinning yo bitch and I'm hanging her up just for show
Watch yo fuckin six
You can never get wit dis
Rushing from hate
Yes you caused me my pain
Now Im seeing all red
Like a bloody abyss
What is it that really you do?
Never been scared of you
A knock off bitch
I keep it real, you fake ass fuck temu
You so lonely
Kick it w the same lames you talk about
Third world make you feel the pain
My verses finna summon hounds
Third world! Third world! Third World!
Third World! Third World!
That's why im kicking you right in yo shit
Huh
Always up
Always the big dawg
Remember when I was up writing yo album
And writing up all of you hit songs
Coming back for what you owe
Me
Who was there for you before?
Me
Gave you yo soul now I'm taking yo skull
It's so crazy how they acting ghostly
Sad part is
You know the truth will set you free
Truth hurts little bitch
That's why you and I cant Be
Bad things that we do follow us in this-life
So you know the way did me
Gon take down until you die
Hoe
It's like You
Get a kick outta being a snitch
Get a kick outta starting some shit
Get a kick outta stealing some bitch
Grow up get a therapist
You don't know what you have inside you it's sad
I hope that you get some help
Don't be a dad
They using my name
To run up their plays
They using my name
To cast evil ways
Accountability
Always blaming me
Hate your fucking self
Comin at T
Seeing the signs. You acting earthly
Wasting my time, I'll charge it to workin
Papa of the game I have these bitches on a curfew
Hoe
Your music ain't got substance if you even call it that
Why betray the people
That always had yo back?
They hear my sound they imitate
My gear is solid metal, T-1000 terminate
Written by: Armen Arutiunian, Joseph Castillo
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