El Gant - Truth Hurts lyrics

Feat. Torae & DJ Devastate I'm from the Eva, the champion hoodie, signature game cap It's kinda sick in it when you see where the game's at Some n***as started out nice, couldn't remain that Cause the chase stacks got you thinkin', it's the same cat? Strange act what they do for the loo You abandon all yo standards, only glamour pursuin' Chasin' papers, catchin' bakers, biz murky and snew That lil' this and young that, mr. record in you I'm expectin' the truth when n***as step in the booth So they call me a throwback, the paragraph and the proof Fly me pa** these f*ggot a**es then catch the cool Dizzle express, this why I do what I do (Hook) You know I bring it to you live (Scratches) sponsored links (Verse) Raised in the starting jacking era Back in the time and the place It was suit us with the puncher whack rapper in the face In the stage to the rhythm of the base, toss him to the fans K arrest, P endorse styles, undercover bodies to the fans I never get there with my parlor, led my persons outta yellow Made the phone like Jimmy Hearts, sittin' ducks Cut up from late battles Stick the industry and make everyone lay flat Push yo breming like an A track Here to take back, ? catchin' inna make my paybacks Stay facts while all these cats are make shift Get up in these muthaf**as like a rape kit H sh**, the game's chronic detained I used to wanna f** it, now it needs a face layer Half wasted, started in the gutter, made it back Now hip-hop's sleepin' in his mother's basement (Hook) You know I bring it to you live (Scratches) (Verse) Basically yo blunts are to be boarded in this professional session And raiders second guessing, sure into the essence This is the coalescence, I elect or neglect it From graffiti to beat boy scratchin' on the record The wa*kin' on the record, the tradition remains K Arrest, let 'em know what we're basically sayn, huh And I'm not playn like a kid without a friend In this business, give a little what they take without an answer In a minute, watchin' everyone pretend like a Vespasian The music lost it's forms, gotta run 'em like a lesbian With the mess we're in, nobody wants to clean up Skinny individuals, nobody wants to team up Workin' out, spot with boss to the lean cut Spit dope for your f**ing cripple beans up (Hook) You know I bring it to you live (Scratches)