[Intro]

[Verse 1: Price]
The truth is I don't see no competition
You the type to play the victim
I'ma play my position
Truth is I been using all that fake shit as ammunition
Head lock on a million, that's how you handle business
Got the I.E on the map, got the nine on the map
N***as slide where I'm at
N***as die where I'm at
Ridin' off in the lac, old school like that
Too short out of my jack
I was born a Mac, still screamin' out "Free Matt!"
He was poppin' out [?] so they straight
Spread the good vibes, tryna show love
But these fuck boys wanna hate
Now we chasing down the real pay
I'ma kick down Bill Gates
She got corn roll with a apple bottom then we gone have a field day
Truth is mama told me "pray"
Truth is they just want my place
Truth is I don't need no GPS, I'm movin' the real way
California on my plates, pass that OG to my wife
Truth is my lil bro JP just had to take a deal with a strike
You don't know my life
Oh but here is where the truth is
You don't know my life
Only wifey get the roof [?]
All these hoochies get is hard dick and bar-b-q strips
Why these n***as quick to shoot shit be having loose lips?

[Hook: Price]
All the real n***as wanna know where the truth is
All the bad bitches wanna know where the truth is
All these damn religions wanna know where the truth is
I say all the real n***as wanna know where the truth is
All the bad bitches wanna know where the truth is
All these damn religions wanna know where the truth is

[Verse 2: Oktane]

[Interlude]