The Truth — текст песни (Lil` Rob)

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

Chorus:
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)