Tell The Truth - Lisi

Little boy, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a killer

You ain’t no top boy, you ain’t no drug dealer

Once they step in the booth, they act like they’re from the streets

I’m sick of all these flops fuckin' lying through their teeth

Motherfucker, tell the truth

You don’t let that shit bang

You ain’t been part of a gang

Lil' cunnah, tell the truth

Yeah, tell the truth

Yeah, I’m sick of hearing this music where they be talking big (Uh huh)

I remember these moepi’s when they were little kids (Okay)

And now they’re grown and rap about how they grip the stick

And how they’re in the trap, with the gang, fuckin' flipping bricks (The fuck?)

I’m getting sick of it, now listen, kid

It’s really not that hard

Just cut the act uce, I know you’re really not that hard

While you rap about being a gangsta and shit, I know some real OGs that’s

locked up in the yard

It’s not a facade where I’m from (Nah)

My usos know that that’s not the shit that I’m on (Yeah, they know)

I’m tryna speak of the truth, and what I know from my days as a youth

But these dickheads have got their minds wrong (Ay)

You hold your uncle’s gun and talk about you got them strap

You sell a bit of weed and rap about you in the trap (Swear)

Somebody draw a yellow line, 'cause the way that they be lying about their lives

Gotta keep 'em off these fuckin' tracks

Little boy, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a killer

You ain’t no top boy, you ain’t no drug dealer

Once they step in the booth, they act like they’re from the streets

I’m sick of all these flops fuckin' lying through their teeth

Motherfucker, tell the truth

You don’t let that shit bang

You ain’t been part of a gang

Lil' cunnah, tell the truth

Yeah, tell the truth

Now everybody’s selling drugs

Why they all tryna lie?

(Why?)

They saying that they’ll be quick to pull the strap out like a dyke (What?)

But when it comes to the crunch, these bitches all run and hide

I’m telling you that these pussies only spitting for the hype (True)

But all these people listen and they’re gassed like, «This man is insane»

I be thinking to myself, «Why's he rapping this way?»

See back in the day, he wasn’t ever acting this way

The only time he’s gripping sticks is when he’s jamming the game

A bunch of frauds, pussies better watch their tone

Acting like they’re from the streets, but they’re from good homes

They tryna blend in, I’m tryna stand out (Facts)

They never had arms (Nah), only got handouts (True)

So why they talking big?

A bunch of idiots

These pussies make me sick, like it’s chlamydia

I’m fucking up the game when I rap, spitting nothing but facts

Disqualify these fake cunts before they run on a track, bitch

Little boy, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a killer

You ain’t no top boy, you ain’t no drug dealer

Once they step in the booth, they act like they’re from the streets

I’m sick of all these flops fuckin' lying through their teeth

Motherfucker, tell the truth

You don’t let that shit bang

You ain’t been part of a gang

Lil' cunnah, tell the truth

Yeah, tell the truth