[Intro - Joaquin Sharpe & TruTh]
Say he gon make a diss track about me?
He-huh
I'd like to see him try
He-huh
I'd like to see him try
And he-huh
And I really would like to see him try
(TruTh)
Yah
[Chorus - TruTh]
Tryna tell you how it is, this big ass lie you live
You ain't balling, you ain't flexing
Bout to try to get real with the shits
You just so god damn sure you the greatest ever lived
Well I'm sorry hoe, but you can't rap for shit, yah
You can't rap for shit, yah
You can't rap for shit
This the TruTh, I don't lie
I'll tell you how it is
You can't rap for shit, yah
You can't rap for shit
Put the mic down hoe
Boutta show you how a real one spit
[1st Verse - TruTh]
Lemme show show you how the true boy flex
Lemme teach you how to spit like the best (I will)
Take notes nigga (Yah)
Rap game just like a test (It is)
Taking aim, blowing smoke, but Sharpe boy where's your vest
You been lame, I been gold, TBH I'm just tryna flex (I am)
So that's just what I'll do. (I'll do)
You v.s. me, who gonna lose (Gon lose)
I don't know, I'm just sayin' I ain't the who faked the news (goddamn)
Shit's so simple, check the link hoe, shit's just like Blues Clues (It is)
When you that desperate for fame guess you do what you gotta do, yah
It's not just rappin dude, I could go on for days (that's true)
The way you talking I can tell that you were never laid (yah)
You can't edit either, you can't animate (you can't)
Swear that everything you do you come in last place (yah)
Swear that you the only dude that cries bout threats made (yah)
Swear the last girl that you had only last seven days (yah)
Swear that they ain't laughing with you, they laugh at your face (they do?)
Swear you think that they don't know all your drum covers fake, woops
Dumb as hell, swear you need to go and hit them books
Come at me boy pull up, then I hit you with a hook
What you got on me boy? Better look (yah)
I'm the TruTh, you just a lie. Am I understood hoe?
Just know that my skills go higher than yours ever could go
Made up your own hater cause nobody bothers with you
All these lies around you where the TruTh hoe? (woah)
Why on all your songs you copy Jake Paul?
[Chorus - TruTh]
Tryna tell you how it is
This big ass lie, you live
You ain't balling, you ain't flexing
Boutta try to get real with the shits
You just so god damn sure you the greatest ever lived
Well I'm sorry hoe but you can't rap for shit yah
You can't rap for shit yah
You can't rap for shit
This the TruTh, I don't lie
I'll tell you how it is
You can't rap for shit yah
You can't rap for shit
Put the mic down hoe
Boutta show you how a real one spit (yah)
[2nd Verse - TruTh]
Wait hold up, ex girl told me that you old as fuck (what?)
Hollup, hollup, told me that your ass is 21. (she did)
Why you still in high school? Boy you dumb
Wait, some one call the cops, that girl she way too god damn young (she is)
Why'd your ass go after her? She 16, I'm so done (woah)
Boy you need a girl your age, but you look like a thumb. (you do)
Don't even reply to this shit, I already won
Sharpe boy, quote me your end is near but this shit was so fun (yah)
This TruTh, now I'm singing on this bitch
Said you can sing, well can you sing like this
RIP to that dude, ain't nobody know your name
This is goodbye for now, see you when i'm on the stage
Yah
What you throwing at me?
Guess that we boutta see, yah
Yay-yah
[Outro - Joaquin Sharpe]
That's really kind words to person, uhh..
That's really kind words to the person that is going to, umm..
That's kind words to the person that's gonna, that you, that's gonna put you in his next movie
That's kind words, ya know? Yeah. That's really kind words, to be a dickhead, heh
That's really kind words
