I'ma keep it a buck, keep to the truth
I don't f*ck with this lyin' ass shit
Always be honest when talkin' to me
Don't give me excuses, just say how it is
I'm down to be buddies
I'm down to be pals
But don't you start lyin' and runnin' your mouth
Cause that's when problems arise
I don't got the time
And the last thing you want is for this to go south
You talkin? Back it up then
Not about it? Back it up then
But if you want the smoke I'll stand my ground
Cause I'm not afraid to up it
You talkin' a game about pain that you feel
Talkin' about whisky and poppin some pills
All for the views and you haven't been scratched
F*ck out my lane 'fore you feel it for real
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
I tell the truth and then nothing but
Hit em with it like an uppercut
If I lie to you, then what kind of dude does that make me if you buttered up?
Why smother em?
A yes-man? Nah
You ain't even got enough bread for the breakfast club
I'm better off just calling you out for inadequate raps
I ain't afraid of some name-dropping
Running like you got the fame locked in
Egomaniacal, hey dawg, that's the game talking
We ain't got the same work ethic
3am and I stay clocked in
Saying that you are the goat
But you do know that you would choke
If Em and Dre walked in
Course correction
Time to put this attention starved, soy-injected little femboy in the corpse section
Now his core temp is, negative
I'm gonna lay him next to Isaiah down in a morgue bed
Like good riddance
You'll never make it by playing the victim
Both of you now don't pretend like you didn't
I'm done playing, nay-saying
Fired up now and i'm name-taking
Taking a bow and i'm hay-making
Seeing me drip and it stay raining
Now you're seeing that I always say it how it is
Always say it how I know
Flipping up two birds, thought I'd kill em both with one stone
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Goin' by Cobrazz, but far from a snake
I'll still eat a rat when I gotta
They come out the hole, then I'll strike at their face
Let the venom come out of my fangs
They squeak at a distance, I'll spit my shit
They'll be blind to the truth when I hit 'em
They'll lie like they do, so I'll bite 'em again
They'll die 'fore the end of the day from the venom
I gotta be honest, y'all artist too modest
Afraid to speak up when shit is out of pocket
Don't wanna hurt feelings?
Y'all makin' me vomit
Y'all bitches too bothered to own up to shit
Confrontation, a word that none of you do
Instead they be lyin' and runnin
It's shootin and gun it
The karma you've earned and deserved is comin
People be thinkin' they're better than me
And honestly, I do not give a f*ck
But these bitches be lyin' 'bout what they be sayin
So I share the truth even when I'm pissed off
The difference between them and I is that little factor
It's something that gains me respect
Something that half of these niggas don't get
Something that half of these niggas don't have
Now they all mad and they all wanna scrap
Flip 'em on off cause I don't got the time
I'd rather be layin' in bed instead of f*ckin' you bitches online
We all know that I'd pack 'em on up, and send them to the pound
They'd still be barkin' inside of the kennel
Bitin' and scratchin' the bars
Only f*ck with a dawg that is mindin' their manners
Cobrazz 2 Muzzik - The Truth (feat. Bard) Lyrics
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I'ma keep it a buck, keep to the truth
I don't f*ck with this lyin' ass shit
Always be honest when talkin' to me
Don't give me excuses, just say how it is
I'm down to be buddies
I'm down to be pals
But don't you start lyin' and runnin' your mouth
Cause that's when problems arise
I don't got the time
And the last thing you want is for this to go south
You talkin? Back it up then
Not about it? Back it up then
But if you want the smoke I'll stand my ground
Cause I'm not afraid to up it
You talkin' a game about pain that you feel
Talkin' about whisky and poppin some pills
All for the views and you haven't been scratched
F*ck out my lane 'fore you feel it for real
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
I tell the truth and then nothing but
Hit em with it like an uppercut
If I lie to you, then what kind of dude does that make me if you buttered up?
Why smother em?
A yes-man? Nah
You ain't even got enough bread for the breakfast club
I'm better off just calling you out for inadequate raps
I ain't afraid of some name-dropping
Running like you got the fame locked in
Egomaniacal, hey dawg, that's the game talking
We ain't got the same work ethic
3am and I stay clocked in
Saying that you are the goat
But you do know that you would choke
If Em and Dre walked in
Course correction
Time to put this attention starved, soy-injected little femboy in the corpse section
Now his core temp is, negative
I'm gonna lay him next to Isaiah down in a morgue bed
Like good riddance
You'll never make it by playing the victim
Both of you now don't pretend like you didn't
I'm done playing, nay-saying
Fired up now and i'm name-taking
Taking a bow and i'm hay-making
Seeing me drip and it stay raining
Now you're seeing that I always say it how it is
Always say it how I know
Flipping up two birds, thought I'd kill em both with one stone
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Goin' by Cobrazz, but far from a snake
I'll still eat a rat when I gotta
They come out the hole, then I'll strike at their face
Let the venom come out of my fangs
They squeak at a distance, I'll spit my shit
They'll be blind to the truth when I hit 'em
They'll lie like they do, so I'll bite 'em again
They'll die 'fore the end of the day from the venom
I gotta be honest, y'all artist too modest
Afraid to speak up when shit is out of pocket
Don't wanna hurt feelings?
Y'all makin' me vomit
Y'all bitches too bothered to own up to shit
Confrontation, a word that none of you do
Instead they be lyin' and runnin
It's shootin and gun it
The karma you've earned and deserved is comin
People be thinkin' they're better than me
And honestly, I do not give a f*ck
But these bitches be lyin' 'bout what they be sayin
So I share the truth even when I'm pissed off
The difference between them and I is that little factor
It's something that gains me respect
Something that half of these niggas don't get
Something that half of these niggas don't have
Now they all mad and they all wanna scrap
Flip 'em on off cause I don't got the time
I'd rather be layin' in bed instead of f*ckin' you bitches online
We all know that I'd pack 'em on up, and send them to the pound
They'd still be barkin' inside of the kennel
Bitin' and scratchin' the bars
Only f*ck with a dawg that is mindin' their manners
I don't f*ck with this lyin' ass shit
Always be honest when talkin' to me
Don't give me excuses, just say how it is
I'm down to be buddies
I'm down to be pals
But don't you start lyin' and runnin' your mouth
Cause that's when problems arise
I don't got the time
And the last thing you want is for this to go south
You talkin? Back it up then
Not about it? Back it up then
But if you want the smoke I'll stand my ground
Cause I'm not afraid to up it
You talkin' a game about pain that you feel
Talkin' about whisky and poppin some pills
All for the views and you haven't been scratched
F*ck out my lane 'fore you feel it for real
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
I tell the truth and then nothing but
Hit em with it like an uppercut
If I lie to you, then what kind of dude does that make me if you buttered up?
Why smother em?
A yes-man? Nah
You ain't even got enough bread for the breakfast club
I'm better off just calling you out for inadequate raps
I ain't afraid of some name-dropping
Running like you got the fame locked in
Egomaniacal, hey dawg, that's the game talking
We ain't got the same work ethic
3am and I stay clocked in
Saying that you are the goat
But you do know that you would choke
If Em and Dre walked in
Course correction
Time to put this attention starved, soy-injected little femboy in the corpse section
Now his core temp is, negative
I'm gonna lay him next to Isaiah down in a morgue bed
Like good riddance
You'll never make it by playing the victim
Both of you now don't pretend like you didn't
I'm done playing, nay-saying
Fired up now and i'm name-taking
Taking a bow and i'm hay-making
Seeing me drip and it stay raining
Now you're seeing that I always say it how it is
Always say it how I know
Flipping up two birds, thought I'd kill em both with one stone
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't f*ck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm not gonna lie to your face
Speak nothin' but the truth, that's all I'll ever do
The truth may hurt, but that's all you need to know
Goin' by Cobrazz, but far from a snake
I'll still eat a rat when I gotta
They come out the hole, then I'll strike at their face
Let the venom come out of my fangs
They squeak at a distance, I'll spit my shit
They'll be blind to the truth when I hit 'em
They'll lie like they do, so I'll bite 'em again
They'll die 'fore the end of the day from the venom
I gotta be honest, y'all artist too modest
Afraid to speak up when shit is out of pocket
Don't wanna hurt feelings?
Y'all makin' me vomit
Y'all bitches too bothered to own up to shit
Confrontation, a word that none of you do
Instead they be lyin' and runnin
It's shootin and gun it
The karma you've earned and deserved is comin
People be thinkin' they're better than me
And honestly, I do not give a f*ck
But these bitches be lyin' 'bout what they be sayin
So I share the truth even when I'm pissed off
The difference between them and I is that little factor
It's something that gains me respect
Something that half of these niggas don't get
Something that half of these niggas don't have
Now they all mad and they all wanna scrap
Flip 'em on off cause I don't got the time
I'd rather be layin' in bed instead of f*ckin' you bitches online
We all know that I'd pack 'em on up, and send them to the pound
They'd still be barkin' inside of the kennel
Bitin' and scratchin' the bars
Only f*ck with a dawg that is mindin' their manners
Writer: Aaron Bard, Draylin Byrd
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid