The Truth - Supastition, Stoupe

Yo, don’t make me add another chapter to your medical records

You wanna disagree a second, get spat on your necklace

And when it comes to rhyming, your flow is common

As the electric slide at a wedding reception

I don’t give a fuck what company you got a contract with

Or them selling niggas they jumping to sign the wack shit

You talk reckless but no one respects it, boy

I’m the reason your wifey don’t press you for sex no more

And I’ve just ignored a cheap shot so roll with your hollering

Your overpriced catalog belongs in the dollar bin

You sensitive nigga, you too feminine dawg

You probably watch porno movies with no women involved

From what I heard you and your fam ain’t feeling women at all

So it’s pink thongs and Coach bags for him and his dawgs

Six-figure bitch nigga this is just the warning shot, popp popp

The next step will be a ten minute brawl

«Mayne, ain’t nothin changed»

«Brothers ain’t gettin it»

«It hurts»

«Your bodily function»

«But we gotta put a nigga to work»

«Already ready?

««How can I show ya?»

«I'll turn out the lights, and some will go bitch»

I can spot a coward from across the room acting real hard

Do I believe for a second you packin' steel?

Nah

But I still hear 'em lie about the cats they will rob

But a gun shot sound will make you track and field stars

Too much fakin', too much truth concealing

That ain’t Jacob, you bought your jewelry at a booth in dealer’s

Ooh, I’m killin' em with true words, you jerks get buried

Some of you will feel offended, if the skirt fits wear it

Don’t ask me about collaborations, fuck no

For God’s sakes I got a reputation to uphold

This here is the beginning of your ending fam

It’s Supastition and Stoupe, that’s my extended fam

We on a mission for loot, before you see me fail

You’ll see a bitch win a beauty pageant missing a tooth

I’m sick in the booth, I’m fire, even a compulsive liar

Has got to admit this nigga’s the truth