The Truth (Islah 2016)

Текст песни Kevin Gates - The Truth (Islah 2016)

You gotta think, I make a lotta music about the struggle
I don't mind goin' through the struggle, this just another one, ya heard me?
(Say Kevin bruh, man, what the fuck I'm hearin'?)
I will not be disrespected (what's goin' on out there?)
Nigga or bitch
(Damn bruh you, you dropped the ball) I know, I know, I know, I know (man, you ain't representin' me)
(What up? Caught up) I'ma shake back

Man in the mirror you way outta order
Go to jail, who gon' look out for your daughter?
All on the news 'bout what happened in Florida
Posted on Worldstar a iPhone recorded (sheesh)

She grabbed my dick I overreacted, I'm sorry
Two or three times I had already warned her
Edit that part out, I don't like to argue
My children go with me to every performance

Wrong you should have respect for yourself
You a queen and you wasn't respectin' yourself
Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt
You don't have to like me, go love someone else

Father forgive me, I fucked up a blessin'
When ever I fall, you the only one to catch me
Let's change the subject, I gave a confession
You put me back in it, I bet I go extra (bet)

Wrong you should have respect for yourself
You a queen and you wasn't respectin' yourself
Ever been disrespected, you know how it felt
You don't have to like me, go love someone else (shake back)

Sauce Lord Rich way they got me feelin'
I don't get tired, I got ten jobs (ooh)
I am Zuse bumpin', Lito when I'm chillin' (ooh)
I'm a breadwinner that is my religion

Don't comment on Twitter, let you know I meant it
I might like her picture, I'm like nigga really?
I'm like Bobby Fischer, eat my competition
I'm ready to die, you gon' have to kill me (what up?)

With you right or wrong, don't believe in switchin'
Nasty from the shoulders, watch how I switch positions
Put him in a blender, my heart been December
Put him in a spitter, can't be reassembled

I'm a real nigga, really made mistakes (huh?)
Never ran away, I am not pretendin'
High school back when I was at McKinley
I still fuck with Scooby, shout out to Lil Brittney
Stayed with black guys, niggas always pickin' on a bright nigga
I am really wit' it, damn my homeboy, always in his feelings
This ain't 'bout him, I'm just reminiscin' (get 'em)

He was crackin' jokes, always bein' silly
I was doin' me, fuck a public image
Passionate, I can be extra sometime (yeah, get 'em)
Brasi turn back into Kevin sometime

Ain't-ain't right in the head, look back up in jail
Lord, don't let us get put back in the cell
Washin' clothes in the toilet water, damn
Drinkin' out the faucet had to use your hand

Gunna on the phone, "They got you lookin' bad"
For a punt return, they gon' run it back
Deal wit' it, Kevin stand up in they chest
This the same, ah, was pullin'-pullin' - (ugh)

Got her mother lyin' tryna get a check (ah?)
Remember who you are, they envy your success (why, who?)
Diamonds in your mouth, all around your neck (bling)
Black and Hispanic, the worst you could be (man, come on)

I think to myself, they must hate Puerto Ricans (uh-huh)
Father Moroccan, my mother Boriqua (for real)
Da-daddy a Muslim, my mother a Christian
I read from the book, a lot I don't remember

Santeria beads Karma come along
Now they want me gone like I'm Farrakhan
Praise you when you up, kick you when you fall
Throw you to the vultures, sniper pick you off (nyoom)

In a court of law brought you to the floor
All my young rappers, they kept it one million
Learn from my misfortune, don't get in your feelings
Be an individual you go to prison (alright)

I just took a stand with my saggin' pants
I just tell the truth like I'm Jesus Christ
Meant to say Yisus, I'm who they don't like
I'ma move around, I don't like the vibe

God up in heaven, you know that I need you
To the police, just make me invisible
To all my haters, just make me invincible, just make me invincible
To the police, just make me invisible
To all my haters, just make me invincible
Woof, I just thank you to all my haters you make me invincible