Yamaica Productions - The Truth Pt. 2 lyrics

[Chorus] I swear dem man need to relax They know that I creep in streets, they know that I lurk in flats Real talk don't trust Stizzy, you might get stabbed in the back This is The Truth Pt. 2, everything I'm saying is facts (gang gang) [Verse 1] How made Team 15, who brought Brixton back (that's stizzy) Who made Stockwell yutes know streets ain't safe don't lack Done my first booting I was 10 toes with a strap Main broad day still tryna put holes in his back I was on the drill, them times there I didn't rap Door got popped through the pump, them times there there was racks I was on opp block me Jay bandz and Konez Bare young savages around me had a man there doing road Trap trap trap in the winter, had to make bands in the cold Man can't diss me, p**y remember I was wiping your nose Boss on the streets, forever be a boss on the streets Attack man's peeps, I don't need to rap pon beats I pack man's teeth I don't need to chat pon streets I back my meat, cookie got the gyal on my heat The gyal'dem are neeks, but she turn freak in the sheets Several days on repeat, call that b**h freak of the week [Chrous x2] I swear dem man need to relax They know that I creep in streets, they know that I lurk in flats Real talk don't trust Stizzy, you might get stabbed in the back This is The Truth Pt. 2, everything I'm saying is facts (gang gang) [Verse 2] When the beef gets peak, that's when we put scrams in place Woulda end my man, if the dot didn't jam in his face I'm strapped so relax, dem man there ain't drill a man dem man dere just rap Get a round of applause for these n***as, man don't chat man clap The hood's f**ed up real bad, right now everything is mad Everybody raps about 4doors, I'm just like call me a cab Got hoes like people got cars, I might call me a slag Put the 4s in the pouch, it's a big ting there's no space in the bag Sykes got his rambo so if we see Jakes then it's mad I'm ST savage Got a lot of beef in my plate but I'm telling you it's cool I can manage Show no love for a girl cah I seen my friend fall for a Badderz Shout out to the Peckham tings, them gyal dere are the maddest Shout out to the bros who sneak diss them man dere are some f*ggots [Chorus]x2 I swear dem man need to relax They know that I creep in streets, they know that I lurk in flats Real talk don't trust Stizzy, you might get stabbed in the back This is The Truth Pt. 2, everything I'm saying is facts (gang gang)