| Maserati coupe, I’m the truth
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| Also with no roof, I’m the truth
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| These fake ass rappers know I’m the truth
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| In and out the booth, I’m the truth
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| Yeah, you can tell the way I’m shining, I’m the truth
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| Nigga, these real diamonds, I’m the truth
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| Everything on me designer, I’m the truth
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| These other niggas lying, I’m the truth
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| I’m truth like
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| Not a bootlegger, but I got to keep a burner
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| You play, I’m shooting at you like a motherfucking backboard
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| Y’all niggas asked for it, doing the whole dash, boy
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| Screaming, «Fuck the task force»
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| Fuck the DEA, fuck the MPD
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| I’m Derrick Rose in the rose bowl, I’m MVP
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| Got more bottles than a new born, choppers we got two on
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| Y’all niggas lukewarm, I’m fire hot
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| My knees are sky high, too low on my side
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| Squares like an iPod, connect it like WiFi
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| So lil' nigga, why try? |
| You can’t stop my shine
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| The motherfucking truth
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| I’m the truth like Paul Pierce
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| My bitch all real, you niggas not at all real
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| The truth don’t tell lies, you niggas is lies
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| eighty-five just to kill time
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| Real ice in my watches, real ice in my necklace
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| I put so many chains on bitches thought I was
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| And I got real road runners, and I am the mailman
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| All my pass touchdowns, I have no interceptions
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| You smell it we sell it, kush come from Cali'
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| And Sacramento, I know where them bales at
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| Niggas jealous, yeah cause we
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| now get your whole career wiped out |