Well, the truth is
Better than these niggas what I'm supposed to do, pull up with a baddie
This ain't nothing new, since school days stepping in that white and blue, I knew I'd never be
Number two, even way way back then I was nice with the pen, they would all pretend I'm not
The F*ckin truth, I saw it all in a dream had the homie gathered in, a whole release party in my f*cking room
That was real real intimate, like damn I'm bout to get into it
But now my classes getting intricate, my teachers askin, ransom is you listening
My nigga Cole said you too damn cold, if you ain't rapping dawg you with the shit
I took that one line personal, he knew exactly what he did
Created a monster, I'm hated I'm Asta, any rapper on campus they getting ate up and chomped up
I would give them a feature, to show that I ain't your partner, we are not peers
Like my nigga there's tiers, what you see as a hobby, I see a career
If them people don't love me, I'm hoping it's fear, I'm hoping they know I'm not slow to switching the gears
See I'm wanting for nothing, I hope it's perfectly clear that I'm, better than these niggas what I'm supposed to do
Pull up with a baddie that ain't nothing new, tell all of your people I'm the f*cking truth
Tell all of your people I'm the f*cking truth
I'm the f*cking truth
I'm the f*cking truth