Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Truth , by - Jake One. Release date: 06.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Truth |
| yall aint f**kin with the ROC nigga |
| you dont want it with the FRE nigga |
| yall aint f**kin with them jake one beats nigga |
| cause we spittin… the truth… and nothin else |
| all my real fans did you miss him |
| these youngins might not know em but they feel him |
| free just startin i aint stoppin till the millions |
| im as raw as pickin cotton wit ya bare hands |
| this is state prop game rockefella fan |
| im ya favorite flow-ers flower you can call him |
| and ask him |
| hell tell you that i spit it liek i spit it befoe |
| listen fella this rockafella we invented the flow |
| cause packin dimes in the cella |
| when nas had his tec in the dressa |
| now i pass checks to bank tellas nigga |
| feely freeza had a black smitha nd western |
| but black smith and western started recin they shows |
| they was enterin the stage i was enterin the stage too |
| you jsut start doin it |
| i did it befoe |
| who you |
| free original, im in the buiuldin with a hard core vintage flow i get the doh |
| im the truth |
| you aitn f**kin with the RSE neither |
| and you aint f**kin wit that borther ali believe it |
| and you aint f**kin with them jake one beats |
| (now everyone wants to know the truth about a brotha name. ali) |
| j roll that beat out like a red carpet |
| i put that blood red target to yo head spark it |
| directly out the can im marchin like im rev sharpten |
| bet im starvin like its free breathe his heads stauntin |
| look liek im shar-croppin |
| cooped up sqattin in a studio apartment |
| food stamps up in the pocket mixin tuna with the vomet |
| boosted a few bottles of baby food out the market |
| you aint grew in this environment |
| so who are you to comment |
| hungry pacin in a bus station wit my nuts hanging but i nvr sold bass mutha |
| f**k rangin |
| shit just sweatin in my up brangin |
| none of us is above scrapin my brothers so i dont judge nathan |
| to my my buddy sangly |
| then one got takin out toe tagged |
| f**k that |
| rather be taken out but naked |
| i say it real im afraid of bein killed |
| seein my kids raise in hell |
| me and ray in jail |
| in them dones i been sketchin since im seven |
| got collected by my brethren, now its my profession |
| big music industry instead im gettin mentioned |
| but the few that do zoom in respect me as a legend |
| f**k that im a reverend |
| the feelin freeza wit the street preacha settin up shop teachin the lessons |
| these are not jsut words |
| we tell you in the booth |
| that feelin you just got in yo stomach is the proof |
| we the truth |
| you aint f**kin with the roc nigga |
| you aitn f**kin with the RSE neitha |
| you atin f**kin with them jake one beats nigga |