The Truth

Hey, what's up? It's the homie Lil' Rob

Back to clear some shit up, you know

People be stealing my shit

And making money off it

And you know who you are

Hey, Mr. Postman?

Do me a favor

Deliver the letter

The sooner the better

Blew you vatos away, like a feather

Familia Records, chale, whatever

People don't know, and I'm not one to talk

But I gots to clear my name, for the shit that you drop

Little Rob "Still Smokin'" Homie, who the fuck you joking?

Burning raza with my name, use you brain, your insane

It's a shame and not a shay, to be a lame

Are you raza? No! Then change what you claim

Be proud of who you are, and not who you wanna be

I don't wanna work with you!

Why do you wanna work with me?

I'm not your artist!

So, forget it's on them

If their not making you money

And your broke it's on them

But, to take the shit the way you did

You remind me of a jealous little desperate kid

No llores

No llores

You wonder why I broke left

If I woulda stayed

I woulda left broke (simon)

You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)

If I woulda stayed

I woulda left broke (I woulda left broke)

No llores

You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)

If I woulda stayed

I woulda left broke (simon)

You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)

If I woulda stayed

I woulda left broke (And that's no joke)