Truth Hurts (исполнитель: El Gant ft. Torae & DJ Devastate x JOAT)

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 niggas 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 [bad word] when niggas step in the booth
So they call me a throwback, the paragraph and the proof
Fly me pass these [bad word] asses then catch the cool
Dizzle express, this why I do what I do

You know I bring it to you live
(Scratches)

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 track
Here to take back, ? catchin' inna make my paybacks
Stay facts while all these cats are make shift
Get up in these [bad word] like a rape kit
[bad word]  the game's chronic detained
I used to wanna [bad word] 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

You know I bring it to you live

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 [bad word] #39; 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, [bad word] 'em like a [bad word] 
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 [bad word] cripple beans up

You know I bring it to you live
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