The Truth

[Mysonne]

Yeah I want the sarcasm, with the anger

All that shit mixed in

OK let's do this

The FUCK y'all niggaz want? (I want the truth!)

Y'all niggaz want problems? (I want the truth!)

The FUCK y'all niggaz want? (I want the truth!)

You niggaz want problems? (You can't handle the truth!)

The FUCK y'all niggaz want? (I want the truth!)

Y'all niggaz want problems? (I want the truth!)

(You want answers?) (I want the truth!)

(You can't handle the truth!)

[Mysonne]

Yo, aiyyo y'all niggaz see the stripes, and ignore my rank

We gon' do this like pirates now, walk the plank

I don't know what niggaz think, there's none above me

Problem Child General, nigga thugs love me

You want me to prove it's real, use this steel

catch a body, and move to Brazil?

But then how you gon' breathe, when your lungs ain't there?

Comin in your buildin, and my sons is there

with they hands by they waist cause they guns is there

Now y'all see how this shit turn from fun to fear

But y'all don't play fair, so why should I?

Get you hit by the same nigga that got you high

Put two up in your side, and watch you cry

And I know you can't survive but I'ma watch you try

Say goodbye, y'all niggaz ain't bulletproof

You want what? Y'all niggaz can't handle the truth, yo

Chorus: Mysonne (repeat 2X)

The truth is -- it's too late for a truce

The truth is -- y'all niggaz ain't bulletproof

The truth is -- Mysonne is the truth and

(You can't handle the truth!)

[Mysonne]

Aiyyo the truth is, I'm young pretty and ruthless

And I peel quick and steal shit, cause I'm lootless

So don't confuse realness, with music

Yeah you got a gun but you scared to death to use it

Your hand shakin, you can't take the kickback

So whoever gun you borrow nigga give it back

Cause you lack the heart it takes for gunplay

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