Kevin Gates - The Truth (original) lyrics

Published

0 259 0

Kevin Gates - The Truth (original) lyrics

[Chorus] I'm the truth from the streets to the booth I'm the truth I serve rappers and trappers I'm the truth - I hold the block n***a Wasn't on the block n***a Now I own the block n***a I'm the truth from my spot to yo spot From yo block to my block I'm the truth - I hold the block n***a Wasn't on the block n***a Now I own the block n***a [VERSE 1] Gates - my family full of street n***as k**ers on my side that'll bang ya out And beef with ya To show you I'mma beast n***a I once f**ed over three n***as I'll fighting go to shaking Ain't no tapping out with me n***a Money stretched pressed cop a fresh bricks over here Money jumping out the pocket - fresh out the soda bear Where he from - where is at (who it is that ?) Don't leave him breath get em E That's another trunk ? Respect ain't what it is The making of a king Dead game - I got the right to leave em Naked where they sleep You take it and you leave Don't be bracing up to me Put that metal in your mouth Like - braces on your teeth 80s baby - born in the crack epidemic Now it's New Era fitted rock fresh Academics Live by the code unless you pay to coast I ain't caring if you sharing it's best you break it off [Chorus] I'm the truth from the streets to the booth I'm the truth I serve rappers and trappers I'm the truth - I hold the block n***a Wasn't on the block n***a Now I own the block n***a I'm the truth from my spot to yo spot From yo block to my block I'm the truth - I hold the block n***a Wasn't on the block n***a Now I own the block n***a [VERSE 2] Gates get it like - gun in hand I'll make blow do the running man Then exchange oh him - play Randal Cunningham n***as saying duck the game Cause the struggle man I'm trying to count mo change Than a Money Gram Watch all this sh** Make it rain from the other hand n***a bout to have a coupe Posted up on the block Roof like a stadium It open up from the top Move like a Jefferson - straight to the side If you grind harder than me Your bricks fin to die Gates and Dead Game ain't goin' to pretend Man carry weight like a chain on the end My dick don't exist without brain on the end No cut - cut straight like a blade on your skin A lot of n***as slow it down - yes I'mma speed up Running through a field of gra** marching over tree stumps Ain't no catching up to me Way too many speed bumps [Chorus] I'm the truth from the streets to the booth I'm the truth I serve rappers and trappers I'm the truth - I hold the block n***a Wasn't on the block n***a Now I own the block n***a I'm the truth from my spot to yo spot From yo block to my block I'm the truth - I hold the block n***a Wasn't on the block n***a Now I own the block n***a [VERSE 3] Gates - BWA (what that stand for) Bread Winners Association Hustle like get to work n***a never gets sleep Watch it turn to rock Pot popping like fish grease Stacks in a rubber band Grind stand six feet I'll make a b**h bleed Turn him into Swiss cheese Body full of holes Like a sponge in a rinse sink Violence - problems get overlapped Why is that - cause the bottom always strapped Everythang a n***a know - got a tote a gat Forgive me lord - I know a n***a day coming It's like I turned a machine - I just make money I got a session - set for ? my b**h with me Ten minutes for the hour - black 650 Dead Game - I gotta send the paint My watch look like I took a Glock and shot it in the face [Chorus] I'm the truth from the streets to the booth I'm the truth I serve rappers and trappers I'm the truth - I hold the block n***a Wasn't on the block n***a Now I own the block n***a I'm the truth from my spot to yo spot From yo block to my block I'm the truth - I hold the block n***a Wasn't on the block n***a Now I own the block n***a