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Chamillionaire - The Truth lyrics
Ay, my fathers a muslim my momma's a christian I couldn't even look surprised when they said they was splittin Wasn't no bacon or grits in, off in the kitchen It was missin', plate full of non-nutrition I wasn't born skinny the hunger was born in me to get angry at my lifestyle, no smile wasn't born friendly born with a thorn in me, Im scorned so Im pourin' Remi Im thinkin that boys feel me, but boys is avoidin me Oh, got to excuse me for giving you the truth and being the type to give proof that you giving an excuse you got to excuse me for getting in the booth and keeping it real about life while you living in the poof fantasy, damnmit he, isn't as big a man the me if i tell him the truth he need to hear it then he gettin' mad at me the truth can hit you as hard as assault and battery and make people who used to run with me switch up and challenge me but ain't we family, yall forgettin what yall were forget what ya boy heard, cause this is 'bout more words it's all 'bout communication but niggas ignore verbs if ya boy shouting im hatin', then that got ya boy served don't deny it if you a man, so you should be man enough Im far from feminine we take pisses while standin' up they smokin on cannibus while they tell us they jammin us look a fan in the face and ask him " are you a true fan or what " " are you really a fan us " or are the type to switch and get pissed and bootleg the disc cause im not droppin quick they love then they diss, they hug you then they hiss they happy when you arrive then go right back to being pissed honestly man, I really don't give a damn Instead of being who you want me to be I be who I am Im living of my family and live life of cham I don't live life for my fans and don't switch up my words just let me explain my thought I appreciate ya support, I appreciate if ya bought my cd's with all ya heart but this music is just an art but it's not as precious as life and in the middle is where caught lookin out for my people, my motive is never evil my motive was never see through, my motive was always equal outsiders would lie and try to promote it they out to decieve you they give a notice to you, but don't give a notice to me to thats something I call divide and conquer they try to get inside the monster to divide the monster so they can become the monster, then they'll try to stomp ya inside the circle of friends is where ya find imposters to hell with yall niggas |
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