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The Truth Lyrics

[Mysonne]
Yeah I want the sarcasm, with the anger
All that s*** mixed in
OK let's do this
The f*** y'all n***** want? (I want the truth!)
Y'all n***** want problems? (I want the truth!)
The f*** y'all n***** want? (I want the truth!)
You n***** want problems? (You can't handle the truth!)
The f*** y'all n***** want? (I want the truth!)
Y'all n***** want problems? (I want the truth!)
(You want answers?) (I want the truth!)
(You can't handle the truth!)

[Mysonne]
Yo, aiyyo y'all n***** see the stripes, and ignore my rank
We gon' do this like pirates now, walk the plank
I don't know what n***** think, there's none above me
Problem Child General, n**** thugs love me
You want me to prove it's real, use this steel
catch a body, and move to Brazil?
But then how you gon' breathe, when your lungs ain't there?
Comin in your buildin, and my sons is there
with they hands by they waist cause they guns is there
Now y'all see how this s*** turn from fun to fear
But y'all don't play fair, so why should I?
Get you hit by the same n**** that got you high
Put two up in your side, and watch you cry
And I know you can't survive but I'ma watch you try
Say goodbye, y'all n***** ain't bulletproof
You want what? Y'all n***** can't handle the truth, yo
Chorus: Mysonne (repeat 2X)

The truth is -- it's too late for a truce
The truth is -- y'all n***** ain't bulletproof
The truth is -- Mysonne is the truth and
(You can't handle the truth!)

[Mysonne]
Aiyyo the truth is, I'm young pretty and ruthless
And I peel quick and steal s***, cause I'm lootless
So don't confuse realness, with music
Yeah you got a gun but you scared to death to use it
Your hand shakin, you can't take the kickback
So whoever gun you borrow n**** give it back
Cause you lack the heart it takes for gunplay
You ain't ready to have shootouts in the broad day
My n***** bustin while they drivin down the one-way
Y'all n***** better pack y'all bags and run away
I mean this fam, I'm makin n***** dissapear
It ain't a game, and I think I made that crystal clear
(I think so) s*** is official here, so you don't want to start this
Cause you too light, to get caught up, in the darkness
Stabbed up, left hemorraghing, on a park bench
You threaten mines? f*** YOU, pardon my French
Chorus

[Mysonne]
Okay, you been forewarned, so y'all n***** better recognize
Problem Children, don't forget the weapon ties
I specialize in warfare and rippin tracks
And if it's war, then we ALL in with different gats
or different bats, just keep spittin this and that
Just keep talkin, yo' a** gon' end up missin black
You not gon' listen til I'm yo' ear with the mac
or you in the air, your spirit just lookin back
I done it all, from pimpin hoes to cookin crack
Approachin crews dolo, like what y'all lookin at?
I earn respect, that's why I wonder why me?
Thorough to this, so why y'all still wanna try me?
That's alright, y'all n***** know where to find me
Up in the Bronx somewhere, that's where I be
Prolly with my n***** shootin lead off the roof
See I told ya, y'all can't handle the truth

Chorus (Mysonne bullshits over it)
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