[Intro: Duffy]
Shit
You know what the fuck goin' on
Long live Drakeo
Bitch
You know the truth

[Chorus: Duffy]
Shit, we know the truth, we don't tell it to cops
We know the score, we don't argue with opps
N***as ridin' Harleys on the daily, they pay me to watch
New levels, turn it up again a whole 'nother notch
Shit, we know the truth, we don't gotta explain it
OTM the chosen ones, don't get it mistaken
Bad bitches buy us steak and lobster at the flyest places
You with a street n***a, baby, this shit could be dangerous

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Shit, I could use a vacation
Foreigns racin', chain dancin' on a daily basis
Time is money, what we on? 'Cause I ain't finna waste it
Step in my shoes, bet he fold in half them situations
Hmm, they say Duffy be trippin'
Funny feelings, I'm makin' wig-splitting decisions
On the dance floor, let's get jiggy
Pippy and Shanaynay, what's that? It's some shit with extensions
Shit, why it seem like the real goin' missing?
N***as ain't know what we on, let's just be realistic
Shattered windshields, we leavin' 'em with broken spirits
First year, overlappin' n***as, but that's not to mention
Save them opinions 'cause we don't wanna hear it
You really tryna get paid? Then you should pay attention
Flu flammin', I need the uchies and I'ma go and get 'em
Free throw, wacked the n***a, I've been feeling guilty
Shit, free the important people
I'm just talkin' my shit, I'm hopin' my city feel me
Take a piece of jewelry from me, n***a, don't be silly
Shit, got it on me, I be darin' n***as
If they want, then we the supervillains
Servin' old n***as, OTM creating new beginnings
When it's war, we for sure in the front
Ask 'em what's poppin' in LA, n***as knowin' it's us
[Chorus: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
Shit, we know the truth, we don't tell it to cops
We know the score, we don't argue with opps
N***as ridin' Harleys on the daily, they pay me to watch
New levels, turn it up again a whole 'nother notch
Shit, we know the truth, we don't gotta explain it (Shit)
OTM the chosen ones, don't get it mistaken (Bitch)
Bad bitches buy us steak and lobster at the flyest places
You with a street n***a, baby, this shit could be dangerous

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Fast forward a year later, time to turn pages
C-notes, I'm flu flammin', I need Ben Franklins
Ever since OTM appeared, it been stale faces
How you fightin' with the devil? Earth been feeling like Hell lately (Shit)
A hundred K I blew through it, check the bank statements
They used to doubt us, now we pullin' up in E-Classes
First week with it already foreign whip crashin'
Bitch has expensive whips too, she like, "Yes, master"
Met the flu flammers, yeah, bitch, the one and only
I'm outside, dolo stick pokin', who want me?
Droppin' piles on the floor like we back in Barneys
N***as straight dick riders, [?] (Shit)
N***as act retarded
You can't eat here, sorry, it ain't that type of party
Long live Mr. Mosely, we gon' keep it goin'
Ask that last n***a, for surely put a hole in him
I choose my friends for real, I don't even talk like that
I'm coldhearted with a temper, why you walk like that?
You could've been cool, bro, but you lost that chance
Keep the truth alive forever, I do this shit all for you, gang (Shit, for real)
We know the truth, that's the truth and the truth hurts
I walked in, laid a verse and left the booth frozen
First 20K off rap, shit, Duff, remember?
Fast forward, gettin' bigger, still shittin' on 'em, ugh
[Chorus: Duffy]
Shit, we know the truth, we don't tell it to cops
We know the score, we don't argue with opps
N***as ridin' Harleys on the daily, they pay me to watch
New levels, turn it up again a whole 'nother notch
Shit, we know the truth, we don't gotta explain it
OTM the chosen ones, don't get it mistaken
Bad bitches buy us steak and lobster at the flyest places
You with a street n***a, baby, this shit could be dangerous