The Truth

Hey, what's up
 It's the homey 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 dropped
 Lil' Rob - Still Smokin'
 Homey who the fuck you joking?
 Burning Raza with my name, use you brain, you're insane
 It's a shame you're not ashamed to being 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 focus on them
 If they're not making you money and you're broke, that'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 would of stayed I would of left broke (simon)
 You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)
 If I would of stayed I would of left broke (I would of left broke)
 No llores
 You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)
 If I would of stayed I woulda left broke (simon)
 You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)
 If I would of stayed I would of left broke (and that's no joke)