{T.R.U.T.H.}

T.R.U.T.H

So out this world, shout-out to the producer

{Johnny Juliano}

Johnny Juliano dot-t-t-t-t-t com

{T.R.U.T.H.}

Aww, there it go, hahaha

Aww, man

Ayy, Johnny Julianno

This is a sick-ass beat

To show you my appreciation, I'mma kill it

Shout-out to Perfection

Okay

Livin' without the wealth

Now why I feel I always gotta doubt myself

I'm goin' fa the gold, young Michael Phelps

But it don't feel like anyone would like to help

But that's okay, cause I will persevere

Even with all of my experience I'm still learnin' here

Hottest **** out, I'm still permin' here

But to tell the T.R.U.T.H., I still have a certain fear

A **** might die, will I make it to tomorrow?

All by myself, I'm alone like Karl

Art, I start to play out a scenario

I got it but nobody can see it, it's like a hairy toe

I feel a hole in the middle, no cheerio

I feel like I'm goin' all around like a merry-go

Very broke, well man, at least fa the moment

I never let the money part from me like Moses

I feel like I was chosen to lead 'em to the Promised Land

Real life, true confessions of a honest man

Nothin' can really uphold you like honor can

Shit, I'm just goin' with the grain like a pot of sand

I wanna go against it, so I gotta plan

I can never be did wrong, naw, not again

In grammar school I use to always get punked

Kids making fun of me everyday at lunch

A pussy-ass swole **** scared to throw a punch

So I started hangin' with the thugs now I know a bunch

Fuck with G's from the square and Mo's from the Bodlt

And yeah they kept them guns on 'em, naw they wasn't fa show

I'm married to the game, I'm the groom and the best man

Didn't smoke my first blunt 'til I was a freshman

Started rappin' in the fourth grade

And everybody use to say "Yeah, yeah, he's just okay"

Well okay, all the way up to 8th

Everybody heard me rhyme, they would say "Hey"

"Hold up, shut up, ****, what did he just say?"

And after I put it down a few times I was known as great

Yeah, but that was just grammar school

And I don't care about a lina like a panther do

I'm hot, I'm tannin'

Cookin' **** up, leave 'em fried like Channing

Ridin' that phantom, higha then a terrace

So fuckin' sick, my flow got Lou Gehrig's

Cherish every bitch you get and I don't even care if

She just broke up with a ****, cause I would just repair it

I got a big problem but I cain't share it

Feel like my head is goin' round like a ferris

Wheel, I appeal to any and every female

I brought the game right back like retail

**** I been through that water like a seashell

You **** don't measure up like a cheap scale

Said I been rappin' in this game for a while now

Hip-hop's floor, I helped lay the tile down

So you could say I paved the way

The Messiah of rap, I saved the day

Ayy!