キー: B minor
Verse 1
with the anger,
all that shit mixed in,
ok let's do this.
The fuck y 'all niggas want?
I WANT THE TRUTH!
Y niggas want problems?
The fuck y 'all niggas want?
I WANT THE TRUTH!
I WANT THE Y NIGGAS WANT PROBLEMS?
YOU WANT HANDS?
I WANT THE TRUTH!
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
and they know I'm Irene
We gon' do this like pirates now,
F
Em
I don't know what niggas think,
there's none above me
Problem child general,
nigga thugs love me
You want me to prove it's real?
Use this still?
Catch a body and move to Brazil?
Am
Em
But then how you gon' breathe
when your lungs ain't there?
Comin' in your building
cause they guns is there
Now y 'all see how this shit
turn
from fun to fear
But y 'all don't play fair,
so why should I?
Get you hit by the same nigga
that got you high
Put two up in your side
And watch you cry
And I know you can't survive
Ya'll niggas ain't bulletproof
You want what?
Ya'll niggas can't handle the truth
Yo the truth this?
It's too late for a truth
The truth is ya'll niggas ain't bulletproof
The truth is, my song is the truth
and you can't handle the truth
The truth is, it's too late for truth
The truth is, that niggas ain't bulletproof
The truth is, my song is the truth
and you can't handle the truth
And I peel quick and steal shit,
cause I'm lootless
F
Em
So don't confuse realness with music
And handshaking,
you can't take the kick back
Cause you lack the heart it
takes for gunplay
You ain't ready to have shootouts
in a broad day
My niggas bustin' while they
drivin' down the one -way
That niggas better pack
y 'all bags and run away
I mean this fam,
I'm makin' niggas disappear
It ain't a game and I think I
made that crystal clear
Shit is official here
so y 'all don't wanna start this
Cause you too light to get caught
up in the darkness
Stabbed up, left hemorrhaging
on the park bench
But threatened minds, fuck you,
pardon my French
The truth is, it's too late for a truth
The truth is, that nigga ain't bulletproof
The truth is, my son is the truth,
and you can't handle the truth
The truth is, it's too late for truth
The truth is, y niggas ain't bulletproof
The truth is, my son is the truth,
and you can't handle the truth
Okay, you've been forewarned
So y 'all niggas better recognize,
problem children
And if it's war,
then we all in with different
gats or different bats
Am
Em
you in the air, your spirit just looking back
I done it all from pimpin' hoes to
cookin' crack
Approaching Cruz Dolo,
like, what y 'all looking at?
I earn respect,
that's why I wonder why me
Thought rude of this,
y 'all niggas know where to find me
Up in the Bronx somewhere,
that's where I be
Probably with my niggas
shooting lead off the roof
See, I told y 'all, y can't handle the truth
Yo, the truth is, it's too late for a truth
The truth is, that niggas ain't bulletproof
The truth is, Mike Starnes is the truth
Y 'all niggas know about this,
Y 'all niggas want problems?
I WANT THE TRUTH!
Who fuck y niggas want?
Y 'all niggas want problems?
Who the fuck y 'all niggas want?
Y 'all niggas want problems?
I WANT THE TRUTH!
Who the fuck y 'all niggas want?
I WANT THE TRUTH!
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
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