Truth

[Intro: Aasim & Fat Joe]

Yeah truth, nigga

Yeah, uh, let's go

Y'all niggas need to stop frontin'

Yeah, uh, it's Cook Coke

Uh, Aasim, what's up, nigga? Uh

Even if you gangsta, nigga

Real gangstas move in silence, nigga, haha

Ah man

Yeah, listen

Biatch, what

[Verse 1: Aasim]

Listen dope man, dope man, I'm really dope, man

Broke man, truth is like a drought to the coke man

It's hurts like a stroke, can't escape it 'til you ghost

Plan A failed twice, shopped my demo, get away, and blow up

Like the post man, most men fail

The truth is, I ain't most man, Aas' don't bail

Instead, I put the folk on blast, the ones the hit the snooze button

On me and stayеd awake for that other trash

Actin' like thеy can't get they cover blown

Reverse image it's time I be the critic this time

I see the industry and raise it some truth

Sign a deal, sell your soul away, and get in the booth

Make a album that don't sell and watch how fast

You go from bein' the future to the thing of the past

Stop frontin' like your gun is gon' blast

Like you Planet of the Apes, and your heart pumpin' V8 Splash

Now what's truth?

[Chorus: Aasim]

Truth is when you broke and you grind for the loot

Truth is when you either on the block or in the booth

Truth is when your life ain't shit

Record label only want that hit, one mo' time what's truth?

Truth is when you know your gun's never gon' shoot

Truth is when you see the thug life ain't for you

Truth is when you look at the game

And you see how bad thangs done changed

[Verse 2: Fat Joe & Aasim]

Uh, they say the truth shall set you free, I think not

'Cause niggas be ignorin' the Squad like we ain't hot

Like we ain't got the Bronx on lock

And like Pun wasn't as nice as Biggie and Pac (What the fuck, what?)

Shame on this game for makin' false promises

Niggas yell, "They ready for war," more like hostages

Trapped in they homes, only without police protection

But a beef on beast like they squeezin' weapons

We be the truth, bear witness to that

Niggas say they sittin' on money, we sittin' on gats

Niggas wanna get cute, start shittin' on crack

I could give you few hits but you gon' visit a MAC

And it won't be nothin' happy about it

A bunch of grown men screamin' and cryin', holdin' on to they spouses

And I ain't wanna leave his face in the pavement

But I gave him ample enough time to retract them statements, what?

Now what's truth?

[Chorus: Aasim & Fat Joe]

Truth is when you broke and you grind for the loot (What?)

Truth is when you either on the block or in the booth

Truth is when your life ain't shit

Record label only want that hit, one mo' time what's truth?

Truth is when you know your gun's never gon' shoot

Truth is when you see the thug life ain't for you

Truth is when you look at the game

And you see how bad thangs done changed