Kendrick Lamar - Ain't That The Truth lyrics

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Kendrick Lamar - Ain't That The Truth lyrics

[Hook: Jay Rock] Real n***as do real things b**h n***as do what they can Ain't that the truth, hood sh** is flowing through veins Real respect real in this game, Ain't that the truth [Verse 1: Jay Rock] I'm sitting in the coupe with dark tints Sitting to my side is a dark b**h with a** and soft tits And if I walk it I talk it I spit it how I live it and I get it how I live in the gardens And I'mma shine regardless n***as talk about j**els but tell my how you shine with a raw wrist I'm not ya average artist, a microphone arsonist But still I'm rough and rugged like grandmas carpet I ain't gone lie I was dirty as f** Now I got a lil paper thats what clean me up But I'm still that same n***a I ain't change n***a If I got it to give I'mma give keep it the same n***a I was that block pitcher, yeah that chain flipper In the hood serving rock to the cane sniffers You tryna paint pictures gotta have the right tools Come up on that rough road make sure you some nice shoes [Hook: Jay Rock] Real n***as do real things, b**h n***as do what they can Ain't that the truth, hood sh** is flowing through veins Real respect real in this game Ain't that the truth [Verse 2: Jay Rock] n***as say I changed cause I got paper Be the n***as with no paper running they mouths like hot water n***as i thought was my friends wasn't really real Backstabbers, fake as a 2 dollar bill n***as mad cause Jay Rock got a deal Talk about me when I'm gone but quite when I appear (shhh) It ain't gone hurt me none use it for fuel And shine bright as the sun s**s as n***as riding the next mans dick Like a b**h need that for females or ride your own sh** When I walk in the room I feel tension Speak or forever hold your peace before I start spitting n***a I don't give a f** a project n***a til' I'm gone The hoods in my blood you can hear it in the song n***as tryna push me but I ain't budgin' [Hook: Jay Rock] Real n***as do real things, b**h n***as do what they can Ain't that the truth, hood sh** is flowing through veins Real respect real in this game Ain't that the truth [Verse 3] You ain't bout this keep your face in them books Out here n***as get murdered for looks I just stick to the ave. pushing them bags Fiends flagging me down like a taxi cab If you late on that cash that thing click and blast Bullets stick to your a** like a maxi pad Leave you dead on the scene and I'mma shake it fast Now your a** history a thing of the past Like nascars I have you earn heart racing I'm hot you could you ain't never blazing' I got something for you b**h n***as player hatin' Bullets hit ya have that a** levitatin' I'm tryna shine like Paul Walls grill For the money have your mouth on that sawed off steal I'm still starving I'll take your mill I'mma quarterback show you how them bullets really feel [Hook: Jay Rock] Real n***as do real things, b**h n***as do what they can Ain't that the truth, hood sh** is flowing through veins Real respect real in this game, Ain't that the truth