Stoupe, Supastition - The Truth lyrics
[Stoupe, Supastition - The Truth lyrics]
Yo, don’t make me add another
Chapter to your medical records
You wanna disagree a second
Get spat on your necklace
And when it comes to rhyming
Your flow is common
As the electric slide at a wedding reception
I don’t give a fuck what company
You got a contract with
Or them selling niggas they jumping
To sign the wack shit
You talk reckless but no one respects it, boy
I’m the reason your wifey don’t press
You for sex no more
And I’ve just ignored a cheap shot
So roll with your hollering
Your overpriced catalog belongs in
The dollar bin
You sensitive nigga, you too feminine dawg
You probably watch porno movies
With no women involved
From what I heard you and your
Fam ain’t feeling women at all
So it’s pink thongs and Coach bags
For him and his dawgs
Six-figure bitch nigga this is
Just the warning shot, popp popp
The next step will be a ten minute brawl
"Mayne, ain’t nothin changed"
"Brothers ain’t gettin it" "It hurts"
"Your bodily function"
"But we gotta put a nigga to work"
"Already steady pacin' they seeds
To be replacements" "How can I show ya?"
"I’ll turn out the lights
And some will go bitch"
I can spot a coward from across
The room acting real hard
Do I believe for a second
You packin' steel? Nah
But, I still hear 'em lie about
The cats they will rob
But a gun shot sound will make
You track and field stars
Too much fakin', too much truth concealing
That ain’t Jacob, you bought your jewelry at
A booth in dealer’s
Ooh, I’m killin' em with true words
You jerks get buried
Some of you will feel offended
If the skirt fit's wear it
Don’t ask me about collaborations, fuck no
For God’s sakes I got a reputation to uphold
This here is the beginning of your ending fam
It’s Supastition and Stoupe
That’s my extended fam
We on a mission for loot
Before you see me fail
You’ll see a bitch win a
Beauty pageant missing a tooth
I'm sick in the booth, I'm fire
Even a compulsive liar
Has got to admit this nigga’s the truth
Chapter to your medical records
You wanna disagree a second
Get spat on your necklace
And when it comes to rhyming
Your flow is common
As the electric slide at a wedding reception
I don’t give a fuck what company
You got a contract with
Or them selling niggas they jumping
To sign the wack shit
You talk reckless but no one respects it, boy
I’m the reason your wifey don’t press
You for sex no more
And I’ve just ignored a cheap shot
So roll with your hollering
Your overpriced catalog belongs in
The dollar bin
You sensitive nigga, you too feminine dawg
You probably watch porno movies
With no women involved
From what I heard you and your
Fam ain’t feeling women at all
So it’s pink thongs and Coach bags
For him and his dawgs
Six-figure bitch nigga this is
Just the warning shot, popp popp
The next step will be a ten minute brawl
"Mayne, ain’t nothin changed"
"Brothers ain’t gettin it" "It hurts"
"Your bodily function"
"But we gotta put a nigga to work"
"Already steady pacin' they seeds
To be replacements" "How can I show ya?"
"I’ll turn out the lights
And some will go bitch"
I can spot a coward from across
The room acting real hard
Do I believe for a second
You packin' steel? Nah
But, I still hear 'em lie about
The cats they will rob
But a gun shot sound will make
You track and field stars
Too much fakin', too much truth concealing
That ain’t Jacob, you bought your jewelry at
A booth in dealer’s
Ooh, I’m killin' em with true words
You jerks get buried
Some of you will feel offended
If the skirt fit's wear it
Don’t ask me about collaborations, fuck no
For God’s sakes I got a reputation to uphold
This here is the beginning of your ending fam
It’s Supastition and Stoupe
That’s my extended fam
We on a mission for loot
Before you see me fail
You’ll see a bitch win a
Beauty pageant missing a tooth
I'm sick in the booth, I'm fire
Even a compulsive liar
Has got to admit this nigga’s the truth