[Intro: The Truth & Deuce]

Deuce, I think I see dead people

Yeah, Nine Lives

It's 187

[Chorus: The Truth]

I gon' take it to the grave

I gon' run this rap game

I gon' make you feel the pain

It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

I gon' take it to the grave

I gon' run this rap game

I gon' make you feel the pain

It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

[Verse 1: The Truth]

Black Chucks, black gloves, stolen with different plates

I'm the bomb like an ace, blowing up in your face

Blowing on that fucking haze, none of this is new to me

Nine Lives, motherfucker, been 'bout that jewelry

All day at the range, working on my game

Far from a fucking lame, back seat, getting brain

My screws ain't loose, homie, listen, they missing

The clock's steady ticking, winding while I'm grinding

Kinda cloudy in the Audi, sitting on some new wheels

Got a bottle of that bottle of prescribed pills

Pounding on that brown liquor, trying not to lose it

I ain't the type to flash the pistol unless I'mma use it

48 Laws of Power brushing through my memory

All this hate around me giving me the energy

I don't sleep, I take naps, money bring power

Gotta get this dough and I ain't talking 'bout the flour

[Chorus: The Truth]

I gon' take it to the grave

I gon' run this rap game

I gon' make you feel the pain

It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

I gon' take it to the grave

I gon' run this rap game

I gon' make you feel the pain

It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

[Verse 2: The Truth]

If you see me in traffic, maybe we can smoke a blunt

While Malcolm's in the middle, you can catch me in the front

You can learn a thing or two, I'm giving out lessons

The Truth, motherfucker, got answers to questions

Same year my father died, my choices was limited

Don't try to put my sneakers on unless you can fit in 'em

Running out of options, there ain't nothing I could ask for

You ain't flying till you got stamps in your passport

I ain't no photographer, you'll never catch me flash

I'm plain old Jason without the motherfucking mask

Real funny how these squeakers sucking on that glass dick

Ain't nobody faithful, bitch, black chalk, paperclips

Keep digging, little hamster punk bitch rat cats

But speak when you're spoken to, maybe I might answer

I drive-by and quiet down all the fucking noise

Respect your elders 'cause I ain't playing with you boys

[Chorus: The Truth]

I gon' take it to the grave

I gon' run this rap game

I gon' make you feel the pain

It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

I gon' take it to the grave

I gon' run this rap game

I gon' make you feel the pain

It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

[Verse 3: The Truth]

All my life, been alone, I don't need no damn help

Shadowboxing while they talking all about my damn wealth

California king, kush grow, and ride this fucking dick

Money in the Swiss bank, jewels in a fish tank

Got a problem with me? I'mma shoot it through your fucking polo

I'm a bird, call me Dodo, I'mma paint the perfect photo

I'mma keep it Desert Eagle while I'm creeping through the night

Cops come around, I'mma shake 'em like I'm shooting dice

Trunks stay open, like a snake, watch it rattle

I'm too much to handle, go to church, burn a candle

Must be lacking little milk, the way these kids crying

I can see it through their teeth, the way these kids lying

The Truth got night-vision, all he sees is fucking green

As shit pop off, I ain't the type to cause a scene

I fucked her in the back room, black hair, red crew

Came and turned Hollywood into Cancún, yeah

[Chorus: The Truth]

I gon' take it to the grave

I gon' run this rap game

I gon' make you feel the pain

It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

I gon' take it to the grave

I gon' run this rap game

I gon' make you feel the pain

It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same