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lisi - tell the truth lyrics

[intro]
roco got that heat

[chorus]
little boy, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a k!ller
you ain’t no top boy, you ain’t no drug dealer
once they step in the booth, they act like they’re from the streets
i’m sick of all these flops f+ckin’ lyin’ through their t++th
motherf+cker, tell the truth
you don’t let that sh+t bang
you ain’t been part of a gang
lil’ cunnah, tell the truth
yeah, tell the truth

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m sick of hearin’ this music where they be talkin’ big (uh+huh)
i remember these moepi’s when they were little kids (okay)
and now they’re grown and rap about how they grip the stick
and how they’re in the trap, with the gang, f+ckin’ flippin’ bricks (the f+ck?)
i’m gettin’ sick of it, now listen, kid
it’s really not that hard
just cut the act, uce, i know you’re really not that hard
while you rap about bein’ a gangsta and sh+t
i know some real ogs that’s locked up in the yard
it’s not a facade where i’m from (nah)
my usos know that that’s not the sh+t that i’m on (yeah, they know)
i’m tryna speak of the truth, and what i know from my days as a youth
but these d+ckheads have got their minds wrong (ayy)
you hold your uncle’s gun and talk about you got them straps (haha)
you sell a bit of weed and rap about you in the trap (swear)
somebody draw a yellow line, ’cause the way that they be lyin’ about their lives
gotta keep ’em off these f+ckin’ tracks
[chorus]
little boy, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a k!ller
you ain’t no top boy, you ain’t no drug dealer
once they step in the booth, they act like they’re from the streets
i’m sick of all these flops f+ckin’ lyin’ through their t++th
motherf+cker, tell the truth
you don’t let that sh+t bang
you ain’t been part of a gang
lil’ cunnah, tell the truth
yeah, tell the truth

[verse 2]
now everybody’s sellin’ drugs
why they all tryna lie? (why?)
they sayin’ that they’ll be quick to pull the strap out like a dyk+ (what?)
but when it comes to the crunch, these b+tches all run and hide
i’m tellin’ you, these p+ssies only spittin’ for the hype (true)
but all these people listen and they’re gassed like, “this man is insane”
i be thinkin’ to myself, “why’s he rappin’ this way?” (haha)
see back in the day, he wasn’t ever actin’ this way
the only time he’s grippin’ sticks is when he’s jammin’ the game
a bunch of frauds, p+ssies better watch their tone (yeah)
actin’ like they’re from the streets, but they’re from good homes
they tryna blend in, i’m tryna stand out (facts)
they never had arms (nah), only got handouts (true)
so why they talkin’ big? a bunch of idiots
these p+ssies make me sick, like it’s chlamydia (haha)
i’m f+ckin’ up the game when i rap, spittin’ nothin’ but facts
disqualify these fake c+nts before they run on a track, b+tch
[chorus]
little boy, you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a k!ller
you ain’t no top boy, you ain’t no drug dealer
once they step in the booth, they act like they’re from the streets
i’m sick of all these flops f+ckin’ lyin’ through their t++th
motherf+cker, tell the truth
you don’t let that sh+t bang
you ain’t been part of a gang
lil’ cunnah, tell the truth
yeah, tell the truth

[outro]
yeah
if you feel like this was aimed at you
haha, it probably was
haha
f+ck how you feel
learn from it
b+tch

- lisi lyrics

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