The Truth lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Damn
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Blamin' everybody for your problems, n*gga, we grown, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Main one say that he solid be the one told, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Gettin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own, that's real sh*t
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Blamin' everybody for your problems, n*gga, we grown, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Main one say that he solid bе the one told, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Gеttin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own (Yeah), that's real sh*t, n*gga

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Life ain't always good in the projects
Embiid, had to trust my process
sh*t turn you to a monster, Loch Ness
Bullets flyin', unidentified objects
I can still smell the p*ss in the hallways
Gotta keep you a blick on you, always
Comin' up, mama got us through the hard days
I was tryna get a dollar for the arcade
Where you think we start sellin'? The parque
Boy, you think we started bangin' the hard way
Traumatized, so we pop these beans
Crack these seals and we droppin' the lean
Real sh*t, it's too many n*ggas actin' like b*tches
You gotta pay attention right now, no love bein' shown in the trenches
Pipe down 'fore we get you wiped down like the dishes
Juice Man
You know I'm the pill and the weed, and the shroom, and the motherf*ckin' juice man
Money got wingspan
Keep a lot of racks on me 'cause a b*tch is tryna pretend
Count it up, both hands
I'm just focused on the money, f*ck romance
Yeah, broke hoes havin' no chance
Still stuffin' my cone full of old men
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Blamin' everybody for your problems, n*gga, we grown, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Main one say that he solid be the one told (Facts), that's real sh*t, n*gga
Gettin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own (No), that's real sh*t
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes, (f*ck 'em) that's real sh*t, n*gga
Blamin' everybody for your problems, n*gga, we grown (Yes, facts, ayy), that's real sh*t, n*gga
Main one say that he solid be the one told, that's real sh*t, n*gga
Gettin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own (Yes), that's real sh*t, n*gga (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Xavier Wulf]
I'ma tell that n*gga what it is, I'ma put him in a big blunt, then smoke it
Tell a n*gga why he really mad, you ain't make it out 'cause you ain't put it in focus
I'ma put a n*gga in a jam, free my n*gga A dog and Z Hokus
Red dead ridin' through town, and I don't wanna change, lil' b*tch, I'm hopeless
Red bottoms same color, baboon ass
Gettin' to the money, check, debit or cash
Had a bad b*tch, but I knew it wouldn't last
Get the seat belt, b*tch, I'm finna go fast
At the tune shop with my n*ggas, doin' math
Torque gon' hit soon as I hit gas
n*ggas never had new drive out tags
b*tch so fine, I can't even stay mad
Up late watchin', no Martin
Three hundred deep, b*tch thought it was Spartans (Spartans)
God of war, n*gga, I'm sparkin'
Put a n*gga on a T, yeah, for a bargain (Bargain)
n*gga, this felony arson
Two guns up, this Kenny and Cartman
You don't really got it, you starvin'
You don't wanna get a n*gga like me started
[Outro: Juicy J]
Don't go broke out here tryna impress these hoes