This was off of my last Mixtape. Directed and filmed by Tyler Cole, he's really an awesome visionary. drop some feed !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FytMJbdKRqU
Lyrics:TELL THE TRUTH
Tell the truth,
You ain't never did this
You ain't never did that
When you see me on the block,
Why you frontin homey?
Feelin like a million rappers, I could eat in a minute
got fans on my dick, your fans spinnin on the ceilin
signed for a million but chillin like a civilian
You don't even know I'm paid, don't even know my name
don't even know I'm James, don't even know my fame
Know a better rapper? put it on your gang
when we collab on the track, I'll put the hoe to shame
Ronic focus mang, Them niggaz novacaine
The dro's fruity like the shoes with the rollerblades
Everybody and their Daddy can tell,
It's like a J. Lo Collab with Patty Labelle
I'm outrageous, rippin out pages in my notebook
Gaze in, a look of amazement in my notebook
Phase them with no frustration on my flow, LOOK
(Hook)
Tell the truth,
You ain't never did this, You ain't never did that
you ain't never seen this, Why you frontin homey? (tell the truth)
You know how I get money, You know how I treat war
When you see me with them groupies Why you frontin on me?
I'm hard as a rock, and I'm tough as nails
My partner's the glock, and he come with shell's
I'll barge through your block with a truck from hell
Deal for a mill so I got enough for bail
set it up and spend a month in jail
niggaz tough as hell, Try and love them
and they'll leave you punked and swelled
and let off a shot cuz a nigga said Fuck Jerrell
dice, I be rollin it; Mic's, be explodin it
Bitches, I be pokin it
Bitch you can go and get, whoever you rollin with
They better be holdin grips, bullets with the open tips
My niggaz is soldier sick, Money I be foldin it
dice, I be rollin it
(Hook)
Tell the truth,
You ain't never did this, You ain't never did that
you ain't never seen this, Why you frontin homey? (tell the truth)
You know how I get money, You know how I treat war
When you see me with them groupies Why you frontin on me?
Nokia ringing for some conversation but,
No Khia, you can't get no conversation
I don't wanna see you dance to Dr Dre's shit
I wanna hear you moan like you're constipated
Then find you a toy cuz I'm to play with
I got a friend with a pole in the basement
No punchlines, let's go to the basement (Fo'real/Pharell)
like the Neptune's in the basement
They ain't dancing, I don't even say shit
Light the blunt, and just skip over they're hit
Act surprised, and get slapped in their faces
White hoes leave my house and turn racist
Fuck em in the ass, my bed is a slave ship
^^^^last line was removed for the video edit for obvious reasons. HOLLA