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kanye west – the truth freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yo, it’s kanye to the
i did this beat in ’96 and ah…

[verse]
is it the because my beats the nicest?
got me chargin’ n-ggas dr. evil prices
n-ggas will sell their soul to go platinum and gold
i’m cold cause i got the gold and kept my soul
drop an album full of soul, sold twelve times gold
that’s six plat, man, that’s a sick plaque
man, don’t forget that at the top is where you feel the loneliness
like grabbin’ fake t-tties, i swear, i feel the phoniest
’cause i’m from a city where you never know who your homies is
’cause everybody wants your spot, no i.d. told me this
oh, i seen homies get sheisty on me quick
woooooo, just imagine if i only spit
but i do beats too, that’s the american dream
stack to make sure my shorties inherit some things
a couple real estate investments, got n-ggas sayin’
“there’s the kennedys!” but oh, yes, it’s the wests
brand new roc-a-fella, most fresh to death is
definitely kanye, peace to sportie la
that keep my shoe game early like the grave shift (uh-huh)
plus keep my closet cooped up like a slave ship (woo!)
how you gon’ look at me and say i ain’t made sh-t? (look)
just look at my outfit, i got all the basics
air force, check, rolex, check
call gee and hop, did you get the check? (styles)
roc-a-fella piece, check, don’t forget the neck
is it the money on deck that keeps on the honeys on the d-ck?
now that ain’t really rhyme, but i ain’t really tryin’
(i don’t give a f-ck)
last 9/11, i was poor on the ave
’til i pluraled my math, now it’s porsche 911
and i’m floorin’ the gas, got a lot of problems
money’s one that i not have
date ballplayers’ wives, that divorce and got half
sh-t, i figure they deserve somethin’ for all them hours
and that be the realest sh-t i never wrote
only book i ever read i could have wrote
48 laws of power (what!)
me, gee and hop, uh huh, the game’s ours (what!)
seems like i got more brain off my fake chain
than my real one, ’cause on the real, son>
if a girl think you broke, she just wanna f-ckin’ smoke
if you paid, then she’s thinkin’ bout her children, feel him?
prolly not though, unless you got dough, you know what i mean?
you will think the gr-ss greener when you finally get green
i told regina, you ain’t been in a medina (quit lying)
yeah, i seen you grabbin’ on my b-lls like serena (uh-huh)
yeah, y’all the invisible ho, you ain’t never seen her
mhm, she must stay around your grandma’s crib
right next door to where the in-laws live
i brought a man from the fifth floor all in y’all crib
haha

[outro]
remember n-ggas back at school
they didn’t have no girl at school
so they be like, “i got a girl, she just stay by my grandma’s crib” hahaha
yo, dame, where the f-ck you find me? hahaha

- kanye west lyrics

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