WHAT IS THE TRUTH? Lyrics

Bitch I'm not going to lose

Star on my tooth

You don't make sense

Yeah bitch boy obtuse

I'm finding my groove

Stitch up my wounds

Like a thief in the night

All in the tombs

Run up the check

I'm copping some jewels

(Heh, heh, heh)

Yeah

What is the truth

Bitch I can't stop

Cause I'm killing it (Eh)

You bitches is embarrassing

You bitches is some therapist

Shut the f**k up

I'm not gonna hear this sh*t

I'm going to make you the opposite

Boy you not infinite

Unlike this beat

Bitch it's not limited

I'm going to be big

Just cause I stick too it

Vocals with grit

Song with no skip

You lost your grip

So I decided to dip

Going to get my chips

Slit up my wrist

While I'm holding my fist

Hit of the liquid mint

Don't tell me that none of my friends are going to commit

Sh*t

Guess I'm a risk

Death on my mind

One thing for show is I'm going to kill this rhyme

Dude

Tell me what I'm going to do

Like a dog I'mma chew sh*t

Have you seen my shoe

Don't like the way you run your mouth

Wash your sh*t with shampoo

Look at the messages

My bad habit

Bitch it's no accident

Bitch I like punk

And you are a punk

You like the show

And I like the drums

And when I get drunk

I can't be touched

I am on top

I am the one

What is the truth

Bitch I'm not going to lose

Star on my tooth

You don't make sense

Yeah bitch boy obtuse

I'm finding my groove

Stitch up my wounds

Like a thief in the night

All in the tombs

Run up the check

I'm copping some jewels

(Heh, heh, heh)

Yeah

What is the truth

(Ahh)

What is the truth

Bitch I'm not going to lose

Star on my tooth

You don't make sense

Yeah bitch boy obtuse

I'm finding my groove

Stitch up my wounds

Like a thief in the night

All in the tombs

Run up the check

I'm copping some jewels

(Heh, heh, heh)

Yeah