J.E.V.I PE$CI - Tha Truth

Shit is real
Some how some way
Learned how to think ahead
So i fight with my pen
I'm dangerous
Ain't no stopping (Hip hop hip hop)
I'm still dropping (Can you hear me)
Born rough and rugged (I know you can hear me)
A true motherfucker
Every single day
Trying to make a dollar
Out of fifteen cents
Big up big up
It's a stick up stick up
May i kick a little something
Crazier than a bag
Of fucking angel dust (Lonjevity)
And the truth is

The truth is hidden
But i'll give it to you
And that's the truth
Visions when i get in the booth
I spit the truth
Thinking of the minutes that flew
Since in our youth
Little kids in timberlands boots
I'm living proof
Listening to biggie and snoop Some gin and juice (Rolling down the street) (Uh)
The wickedest
And give me the loot
That's my excuse (Give me the loot give me the loot)
I grew up on some bishop in juice
But what's the use (Yo)
Just victems all just slipping too soon
Ain't that the truth

Never will it ever stop
Sending this to every block Tenements with deadly cops Semi's and barettas cocked Friends is steady getting shot Penetentions getting locked Residences plenty spots
Ever since eleven watched Dreamt of getting benzes washed
Presedential bezel watch
Special with the leather top
Jevi not no fetty wap
Temp is serengetti hot
Went from spending pennies
To a lexus
Kept the emblem stock
Remember when we let it rock Steady while the many watched
Head spins electric shock
Instead we left the benches
Hit the trenches
Getting fences hopped
Then I'd get a pencil
Or a pen and jot
The memories of the elements
Got evidence and jetting
From the rent a cops (Woo) (Oh shit the cops)
Headed for the penn
Unless we meant
For something better
Not a pleasure
But I'm repping
With these letters
Til I'm dead in box
Death is just a resting stop
Clock is ticking better watch it Stop ya bitching get ya guap
Cuz stressing
Ain't gonna help your pockets (Nah)

The truth is hidden
But I'll give it to you
And that's the truth (I'll give it to you)
Visions when i get in the booth
I spit the truth
Thinking of the minutes that flew
Since in our youth (Time flies)
Little kids in timberlands boots (Uh huh)
I'm living proof (Living proof)
Listening to biggie and snoop Some gin and juice (Rolling down the street)
The wickedest and give me the loot (Give me the loot give me the loot)
That's my excuse (Remember them days)
I grew up on some bishop in juice (God)
But what's the use (Damn)
Just victems
All just slipping too soon (Uh huh) (Yo)
Ain't that the truth

Grown up on some pac and big Honored to have bought the disc
Know that I'm still knocking it
Broke always talking shit
No dough up in my pocket lint Colder than a hockey rink
Stoned like a monument Smoking like a college kid
Don't own a scholarship
Or know all the knowledge
Growing old
Is an accomplishment
Globe's full of contradiction
Phobias and lots addictions
Cops approaching
Pot prescriptions
Homeless not a job to give em
Most are gone
Or locked in prison
Product of these politicians
Only rob my wallet
Not my soul
Can't photo copy it
Flowing like a rocketship
Noone's in the cockpit
Zoning out of consciousness
Coping with these problems
At the bottom of a rocky cliff
Walking like a zombie
Through this hopeless whole apocalypse
Older than your floppy disc
Lowering my confidence
I don't know if god exists
But open to the opposite
Hold onto the moment
Not a dollar can demolish it
Jevi

The truth is hidden
But i'll give it to you (Uh huh)
And thats the truth (That's the truth)
Visions when i get in da booth
I spit the truth (Real)
Thinking of the minutes that flew
Since in our youth
Little kids in timberlands boots
I'm living proof (Jevi jevi)
Listening to biggie and snoop Some gin and juice (Rolling down the street)
The wickedest
And give me the loot (Give me the loot give me the loot)
That's my excuse (For real)
I grew up on some bishop in juice (Never stopped)
But what's the use (Still got it)
Just victems
All just slipping too soon (Yo yo)
Ain't that the truth

Papa been smooth
Since tupac was in juice
And since nas's chipped tooth
Big dropped give me the loot
Doc did chronic with snoop
Hits from common and cube
Slim and mobb was still new
King was rakim still true
Rza brought in the wu
Kim and foxy switched crews
Jigga got with rick rube
Minks and gaudy link jewels Ain't no copy click views
Text or floppy disc tools
Jevi hockey rink cool
Since a toddler in youth
Spitting proper in booth
Getting dollars pimp juice
Different collared tim boots
Kid from bottomless shoes Flipping off of tin roofs
Spinning rocking wind suits Whips that probably been used Rims and body kits too
Kicking knowledge
Skipped schools
In the lobby get loose
Didn't follow strict rules
Think of all we lived through
Wishing i could improve
Bring it back to O two
Putting on for hiphop
Always dropping this truth
The truth

The truth is hidden
But i'll give it to you
And that's the truth (Uh huh)
Visions when i get in da booth (God damn)
I spit the truth
Thinking of the minutes that flew (Time flies)
Since in our youth
Little kids in timberlands boots
I'm living proof (Still got it though)
Listening to biggie and snoop (Still holding it down)
Some gin and juice (My mind on my money and money on my mind)
The wickedest and give me the loot (Ninety eight to twenty three)
That's my excuse
Grew up on some bishop in juice
But what's the use (Lonjevity)
Just victems all just slipping too soon (Ha ha)
Ain't that the truth

Shit remember them days
Had the field timbs
With the camo tops
Remember them shits (Shit)
Breakdancing in the basement
The lobby the park
Back in the day
We really lived that shit huh
Still holding it down
Got to love it (Truth)
And that's the truth truth truth

Written by:
Kenneth Roberts

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