The Truth Lyrics
Water in the pot
Flame to the top
Watch the kettle get hot
And let it burn, let it burn
Put the water in the pot
Bring the flame to the top
Watch the kettle get hot
And let it burn, let it burn
And now the pressures building
Sit back and watch the pressure building
Yeah, you know I gotta keep it real
Spit that Elliot Wil, nigga
The truth is
I used to be toothless
That's the only time I ever had a gold tooth shit
Wasn't trying to be cool, bitch
Wasn't trying to be trendy
No, I leave that up to yall
You ball in your local mall
I be cellular roaming, dog
Passport stamps like Tyga tats
I could show you where the tigers at
And the lion kings in the county of kings
When the school bell rings you can lose everything
Young niggas riot cause we don't got no option
Now all we see on the block is
Killa coppers, helicopters and choppers
Chopping down and the bloods popping now
And the Crips got it cracking loud
And the media is frozen out
So you don't see on TV
How they treat us like a Zoo keep
Early in the morning while you sleeping
We scheming on ways to get even steven
Water in the pot
Flame to the top
Watch the kettle get hot
And let it burn, let it burn
Put the water in the pot
Bring the flame to the top
Watch the kettle get hot
And let it burn, let it burn
And now the pressures building
Sit back and watch the pressure building
Yeah, you know I gotta keep it real
Spit that Elliot Wil, nigga
I gotta keep it realla
I gotta keep it realla
I gotta keep it , yeah yeah
I gotta keep it realla
I gotta keep it realla
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I gotta keep it , yeah yeah
The truth is a lot of pigs is ruthless
Theyll take your life in the blink of an eye
You think its a lie, Ill prove it
Let me tell you a few things
About loosened shoe strings
About crews with screws loose
And there's no room for tightening
Enlightening when I'm writing this
They don't fight with fist
They ignite the clips
This the pigs that I'm talking bout
And they ain't trying to talk it out
Motherfuckers got a another route
Robocop got a chip on his shoulder
So his gun escapes from the holder
Explodes and they hold us responsible
Until the Good Lord shows up
Water in the pot
Flame to the top
Watch the kettle get hot
And let it burn, let it burn
Put the water in the pot
Bring the flame to the top
Watch the kettle get hot
And let it burn, let it burn
And now the pressures building
Sit back and watch the pressure building
Yeah, you know I gotta keep it real
Spit that Elliot Wil, nigga
