Lyrics:

[Intro: T.R.U.T.H. & Johhny Juliano]

{T.R.U.T.H.}
T.R.U.T.H
So out this world, shout-out to the producer

{Johnny Juliano}
Johnny Juliano dot-t-t-t-t-t com

{T.R.U.T.H.}
Aww, there it go, hahaha
Aww, man
Ayy, Johnny Julianno
This is a sick-ass beat
To show you my appreciation, I'mma kill it
Shout-out to Perfection
Okay

[Verse 1: T.R.U.T.H.]
Livin' without the wealth
Now why I feel I always gotta doubt myself
I'm goin' fa the gold, young Michael Phelps
But it don't feel like anyone would like to help
But that's okay, cause I will persevere
Even with all of my experience I'm still learnin' here
Hottest nigga out, I'm still permin' here
But to tell the T.R.U.T.H., I still have a certain fear
A nigga might die, will I make it to tomorrow?
All by myself, I'm alone like Karl
Art, I start to play out a scenario
I got it but nobody can see it, it's like a hairy toe
I feel a hole in the middle, no cheerio
I feel like I'm goin' all around like a merry-go
Very broke, well man, at least fa the moment
I never let the money part from me like Moses
I feel like I was chosen to lead 'em to the Promised Land
Real life, true confessions of a honest man
Nothin' can really uphold you like honor can
Shit, I'm just goin' with the grain like a pot of sand
I wanna go against it, so I gotta plan
I can never be did wrong, naw, not again
In grammar school I use to always get punked
Kids making fun of me everyday at lunch
A pussy-ass swole nigga scared to throw a punch
So I started hangin' with the thugs now I know a bunch
Fuck with G's from the square and Mo's from the Bodlt
And yeah they kept them guns on 'em, naw they wasn't fa show
I'm married to the game, I'm the groom and the best man
Didn't smoke my first blunt 'til I was a freshman
Started rappin' in the fourth grade
And everybody use to say 'Yeah, yeah, he's just okay'
Well okay, all the way up to 8th
Everybody heard me rhyme, they would say 'Hey'
'Hold up, shut up, nigga, what did he just say?'
And after I put it down a few times I was known as great
Yeah, but that was just grammar school
And I don't care about a lina like a panther do
I'm hot, I'm tannin'
Cookin' niggas up, leave 'em fried like Channing
Ridin' that phantom, higha then a terrace
So fuckin' sick, my flow got Lou Gehrig's
Cherish every bitch you get and I don't even care if
She just broke up with a nigga, cause I would just repair it
I got a big problem but I cain't share it
Feel like my head is goin' round like a ferris
Wheel, I appeal to any and every female
I brought the game right back like retail
Nigga I been through that water like a seashell
You niggas don't measure up like a cheap scale
Said I been rappin' in this game for a while now
Hip-hop's floor, I helped lay the tile down
So you could say I paved the way
The Messiah of rap, I saved the day
Ayy!