The Truth 2.0

[Chorus]
What do you mean that we lie on beats? It's the truth I tell
Man really get down neeks and now two man's been deaded as well
How many man got-got by gang? Drills get done by bros and myself
Swing them shanks, swing them shanks, my knifework send him down hell
What do you mean that we lie on beats? It's the truth I tell
Man really get down neeks and now two man's been deaded as well
How many man got-got by gang? Drills get done by bros and myself
Swing them shanks, swing them shanks, my knifework send him down hell

[Verse 1]
Get 'round-Get 'round there and complete my mission (Get 'round, get 'round)
So if you get drilled in Hacks and it weren't Stokey, know who did it (ZT)
They don't really wanna beef this gang (They don't), they're just addin' a K for the image (Gems)
On the roadside swingin' them shanks, in jail, throw up my dukes and fist him (Tump up)
Fresh home, barbies wanna be my missus, can't get hugs and kisses (They can't, they can't)
Three went missin' that day (Gone), one in the grave but the rest are livid
My side ain't under no pressure (We ain't), couldn't tell you why them yutes love fibbin' (I don't know)
And we the ones applyin' the pressure and we're nowhere near finished (We ain't)
So let's predict how this ends
'Cah man do bootings bait, shh off the mains I'll slap that skeng (Baow)
And **** got **** in their face, shit then, they can't let this end (They can't)
And man just target crowds, so don't get got while chillin' with them
Real life the beef's intense and man get smoked like blem (Blem)
Around here age don't matter (They don't), get down youngs boys and men
Man put in work like Rihanna and man hit them sales for bread
I was fourteen receivin' death threats, since then how many man got cheffed? (How many? How many?)
Man wanna get involved through rappin' then when we catch him he's full of regrets

[Chorus]
What do you mean that we lie on beats? It's the truth I tell
Man really get down neeks and now two man's been deaded as well
How many man got-got by gang? Drills get done by bros and myself
Swing them shanks, swing them shanks, my knifework send him down hell
What do you mean that we lie on beats? It's the truth I tell
Man really get down neeks and now two man's been deaded as well
How many man got-got by gang? Drills get done by bros and myself
Swing them shanks, swing them shanks, my knifework send him down hell

[Verse 2]
They don't swing-they don't swing shanks like man, why lie? (Why lie? Why lie?)
We've put blades in guys, numerous guys and some get fried (Fried)
I'm on the ride with guns and knives (Knives), plus Young Hudz and Ty
And they can't manage this life (They can't), plus the scoreboard's never been tied
My G got drama what don't concern you (Gang)
But I still spill man's juice, so they must hate me when they're thirsty (Haha)
Latts, I'm way too certi', anywhere, I'll do man dirty (Anywhere)
I was in country feelin' dirty, out and back, so the feds try bird me
And I'm anti Metropolitan (Anti)
I do drills in Hacks then this driller appears anonymous ('Nonymous)
When B2 strikes he scores, define his name then it's obvious
I can't swing my shank like Sheggs 'cah I might just end up dead
T get man down with the Rambs same way T burst man with the skeng
Triplets done it on foot with shanks
Duos done it with a wap on 'ped (On 'ped)
Scoreboard lookin' all ments
We're winnin' the beef, no need to pretend
All of these barbies hate my batch 'cah this gang drills on their friends
I can't put my trust in a bitch, so I'd rather not fuck with them-them (I won't)
I'd rather not fuck with them-them

[Chorus]
What do you mean that we lie on beats? It's the truth I tell
Man really get down neeks and now two man's been deaded as well
How many man got-got by gang? Drills get done by bros and myself
Swing them shanks, swing them shanks, my knifework send him down hell
What do you mean that we lie on beats? It's the truth I tell
Man really get down neeks and now two man's been deaded as well
How many man got-got by gang? Drills get done by bros and myself
Swing them shanks, swing them shanks, my knifework send him down hell