[Intro: Aasim & Fat Joe]
Yeah truth, n***a
Yeah, uh, let's go
Y'all n***as need to stop frontin'
Yeah, uh, it's Cook Coke
Uh, Aasim, what's up, n***a? Uh
Even if you gangsta, n***a
Real gangstas move in silence, n***a, haha
Ah man
Yeah, listen
Biatch, what

[Verse 1: Aasim]
Listen dope man, dope man, I'm really dope, man
Broke man, truth is like a drought to the coke man
It's hurts like a stroke, can't escape it 'til you ghost
Plan A failed twice, shopped my demo, get away, and blow up
Like the post man, most men fail
The truth is, I ain't most man, Aas' don't bail
Instead, I put the folk on blast, the ones the hit the snooze button
On me and stayеd awake for that other trash
Actin' like thеy can't get they cover blown
Reverse image it's time I be the critic this time
I see the industry and raise it some truth
Sign a deal, sell your soul away, and get in the booth
Make a album that don't sell and watch how fast
You go from bein' the future to the thing of the past
Stop frontin' like your gun is gon' blast
Like you Planet of the Apes, and your heart pumpin' V8 Splash
Now what's truth?
[Chorus: Aasim]
Truth is when you broke and you grind for the loot
Truth is when you either on the block or in the booth
Truth is when your life ain't shit
Record label only want that hit, one mo' time what's truth?
Truth is when you know your gun's never gon' shoot
Truth is when you see the thug life ain't for you
Truth is when you look at the game
And you see how bad thangs done changed

[Verse 2: Fat Joe & Aasim]
Uh, they say the truth shall set you free, I think not
'Cause n***as be ignorin' the Squad like we ain't hot
Like we ain't got the Bronx on lock
And like Pun wasn't as nice as Biggie and Pac (What the fuck, what?)
Shame on this game for makin' false promises
N***as yell, "They ready for war," more like hostages
Trapped in they homes, only without police protection
But a beef on beast like they squeezin' weapons
We be the truth, bear witness to that
N***as say they sittin' on money, we sittin' on gats
N***as wanna get cute, start shittin' on crack
I could give you few hits but you gon' visit a MAC
And it won't be nothin' happy about it
A bunch of grown men screamin' and cryin', holdin' on to they spouses
And I ain't wanna leave his face in the pavement
But I gave him ample enough time to retract them statements, what?
Now what's truth?
[Chorus: Aasim & Fat Joe]
Truth is when you broke and you grind for the loot (What?)
Truth is when you either on the block or in the booth
Truth is when your life ain't shit
Record label only want that hit, one mo' time what's truth?
Truth is when you know your gun's never gon' shoot
Truth is when you see the thug life ain't for you
Truth is when you look at the game
And you see how bad thangs done changed