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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
Ralfy the Plug
Ralfy the Plug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alec Tolkin
Alec Tolkin
Composer
Devante Caldwell
Devante Caldwell
Songwriter
Josh David Goldenberg
Josh David Goldenberg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al B Smoov
Al B Smoov
Producer
Fizzle
Fizzle
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You shittin' me
(Thank you Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good baby?)
Got the juice
Let me know the truth
[Verse 1]
Any animosity towards me, better think twice
Totin' two letters in my hands, I don't street fight
I got gunpowder on my wristband, big man
I just flatlined Vince McMahon, don't wrestle me, ****
You don't know who shot yo' mans? Know we definitely did it
Big Bird just knocked down Big Worm on Sesame Street
Four drums, I'm tryna poke sum' when I spit rounds
You heard that term before, yeah, lay down or get down
Just put another opp blood on my Balenciagas
More money, more problems, yeah, get me gotted
Fendi, Prada, these **** know that I'm the truth
You see me with a gun and you know what I'ma do
Understand me, big dawg, I'm a Rottweiler
Big body Rolls hawkin' spots, bitch, I'm John Gotti
You make the news for any whispers or side comments
Just hit the club wit' sixty, I left out wit' nine bodies, uh
[Chorus]
We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth?
Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food
Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do?
Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score
We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth?
Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food
Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do?
Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score (Shit, ****)
[PostChorus]
We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth? (****)
Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food (****)
Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do?
Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
Do a **** shady, tell 'em get ready for the aftermath
Double back his pops how we toe taggin' dads
We know the truth, we been the truth, ain't that the truth?
In high school I played wit' tools, you played the flute
I ain't never been a dork, I like to break the rules
She like, "Ralfy, you my favorite Stinc, that's why I paid you blues"
I'm a young Colt, bitch, I make major moves
She said, "I wanna eat your dick and balls, that's my favorite food"
Markin' in the club, you gettin' shot 'cause I came wit' the goon
Bullets hit his head like meatball, turned his brains to food
She said, "You wanna fuck?" Only if you let gang hit too
Better stop playin' wit' the Stincs like we ain't makin' moves
Don't come on block playin' wit gang and them, we ain't the same as you
I was out early gettin' money so I was late to school
Them CB's lookin' hella cloudy, that's them play-play jewels
She like, "Ralfy, you the truth", ain't that the truth? The Plug
[Chorus]
We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth?
Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food
Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do?
Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score
We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth?
Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food
Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do?
Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score (Shit, ****)
[PostChorus]
We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth? (****)
Carrots on my wrist, we'll turn 'em to rabbit food (****)
Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do?
Another flawless victory, we know, don't ask the score, bitch
Written by: Alec Michael Tolkin, Darrell Caldwell, Josh David Goldenberg, Ralfy the Plug
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