Kanye West - The Truth Freestyle lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kanye West - The Truth Freestyle lyrics]
Yo, it's Kanye To The
I did this beat in '96 and ah
Is it the because my beats the nicest?
Got me chargin' niggas Dr evil prices
("One billion dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times gold
That's six-plat, man, that's a sick plaque
(Do the math) man, don't forget that
That at the top is where
You feel the loneliness
Like grabbin' fake titties, I swear
I feel the phoniest
'Cause I'm from a city where you
Never know who your homies is
'Cause everybody want your spot No
ID told me this
Oh, I seen homies get sheisty on me quick
Wooo! Just imagine if I only spit
But I do beats, too
That's the American dream
Stack to make sure my
Shawties inherit some things
A couple real estate investments
Got niggas sayin', "There's the Kennedys!"
But oh, yes, it's the Westses
Brand new Roc-A-Fella, most fresh-to-death is
Definitely Kanye, peace to Sportie LA
(Okay, yeah, ugh)
That keep my shoe game early
Like the grave shift (Uh, huh)
Plus keep my closet cooped up
Like a slave ship (Woo)
How you gon' look at me and
Say I ain't made shit?
Just look at my outfit, I got all the basics
(Look) air Force, check! Rolex, check!
Call Gee and Hop, did you get the check?
(Fifty thousand) roc-a-Fella piece, check
Don't forget the neck
Is it the money on deck that keeps
On the honeys on the dick?
Now, that ain't really rhyme
But I ain't really tryin'
(I don't give a fuck, nigga) last 9
11, I was poor on the Ave
'Til I pluraled my math, now it's Porsche 911
And I'm floorin' the gas
Got a lot of problems
Money's one that I not have
Date ballplayers' wives, that divorced
And got half, shiiiiiit
(Oooh! Haha) i figure they deserve somethin'
For all them hours
And that be the realest shit
That I never wrote
(Really spoke something on that shit)
Only book I ever read I could
Have wrote 48 Laws Of Power (What)
Me, Gee and Hop, uh huh, the game's ours
(What)
Seems like I got more brain off my fake chain
Than my real one, 'cause on the real, son
If a girl think you broke
She just wanna fuck and smoke
If you paid, then she's
Thinkin' bout her children, feel him?
(True)
Prolly not though, unless you got dough
You know what I mean?
You will think the grass greener
When you finally get green
I told Regina, "You ain't been in a Medina"
(Quit lying) yeah, I seen you grabbin' on
My balls like Serena (Uh, huh)
Yeah, y'all the invisible ho
You ain't never seen her
Mhm, she must stay around your grandma crib
Right next door to where the in laws live
I brought a man from the fifth
Floor all in y'all crib haha
Remember niggas back at school
They didn't have no girl at school
So they be like, "I got a girl
She just stay by my grandma's crib" Hahaha
Yo, Dame, where the fuck you find me? Hahaha
I did this beat in '96 and ah
Is it the because my beats the nicest?
Got me chargin' niggas Dr evil prices
("One billion dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times gold
That's six-plat, man, that's a sick plaque
(Do the math) man, don't forget that
That at the top is where
You feel the loneliness
Like grabbin' fake titties, I swear
I feel the phoniest
'Cause I'm from a city where you
Never know who your homies is
'Cause everybody want your spot No
ID told me this
Oh, I seen homies get sheisty on me quick
Wooo! Just imagine if I only spit
But I do beats, too
That's the American dream
Stack to make sure my
Shawties inherit some things
A couple real estate investments
Got niggas sayin', "There's the Kennedys!"
But oh, yes, it's the Westses
Brand new Roc-A-Fella, most fresh-to-death is
Definitely Kanye, peace to Sportie LA
(Okay, yeah, ugh)
That keep my shoe game early
Like the grave shift (Uh, huh)
Plus keep my closet cooped up
Like a slave ship (Woo)
How you gon' look at me and
Say I ain't made shit?
Just look at my outfit, I got all the basics
(Look) air Force, check! Rolex, check!
Call Gee and Hop, did you get the check?
(Fifty thousand) roc-a-Fella piece, check
Don't forget the neck
Is it the money on deck that keeps
On the honeys on the dick?
Now, that ain't really rhyme
But I ain't really tryin'
(I don't give a fuck, nigga) last 9
11, I was poor on the Ave
'Til I pluraled my math, now it's Porsche 911
And I'm floorin' the gas
Got a lot of problems
Money's one that I not have
Date ballplayers' wives, that divorced
And got half, shiiiiiit
(Oooh! Haha) i figure they deserve somethin'
For all them hours
And that be the realest shit
That I never wrote
(Really spoke something on that shit)
Only book I ever read I could
Have wrote 48 Laws Of Power (What)
Me, Gee and Hop, uh huh, the game's ours
(What)
Seems like I got more brain off my fake chain
Than my real one, 'cause on the real, son
If a girl think you broke
She just wanna fuck and smoke
If you paid, then she's
Thinkin' bout her children, feel him?
(True)
Prolly not though, unless you got dough
You know what I mean?
You will think the grass greener
When you finally get green
I told Regina, "You ain't been in a Medina"
(Quit lying) yeah, I seen you grabbin' on
My balls like Serena (Uh, huh)
Yeah, y'all the invisible ho
You ain't never seen her
Mhm, she must stay around your grandma crib
Right next door to where the in laws live
I brought a man from the fifth
Floor all in y'all crib haha
Remember niggas back at school
They didn't have no girl at school
So they be like, "I got a girl
She just stay by my grandma's crib" Hahaha
Yo, Dame, where the fuck you find me? Hahaha