The Truth Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, it's Kanye To The
I did this beat in '96 and ah...

[Verse]
Is it the because my beats the nicest?
Got me chargin' n*ggas Dr. Evil prices ("One billion dollars...")
n*ggas will sell their soul to go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul, sold twelve times gold
That's six-plat, man, that's a sick plaque (Do the math)
Man, don't forget that, that at the top is where you feel the loneliness
Like grabbin' fake titties, I swear, I feel the phoniest
'Cause I'm from a city where you never know who your homies is
'Cause everybody want your spot—No I.D. told me this
Oh, I seen homies get sheisty on me quick
Woooooo! Just imagine if I only spit
But I do beats, too, that's the American dream
Stack to make sure my shawties inherit some things
A couple real estate investments
Got n*ggas sayin', "There's the Kennedys!"
But oh, yes, it's the Westses
Brand new Roc-A-Fella, most fresh-to-death is...
Definitely Kanye, peace to Sportie LA (Okay, yeah, ugh)
That keep my shoe game early like the grave shift (Uh-huh)
Plus keep my closet cooped up like a slave ship (Woo!)
How you gon' look at me and say I ain't made sh*t?
Just look at my outfit, I got all the basics (Look)
Air Force, check! Rolex, check!
Call Gee and Hop, did you get the check? (Fifty thousand)
Roc-a-Fella piece, check, don't forget the neck
Is it the money on deck that keeps on the honeys on the di*k?
Now, that ain't really rhyme, but I ain't really tryin'
(I don't give a f*ck, n*gga)
Last 9/11, I was poor on the Ave
'Til I pluraled my math, now it's Porsche 911
And I'm floorin' the gas, got a lot of problems
Money's one that I not have
Date ballplayers' wives, that divorced and got half, shiiiiiit (Oooh! Haha)
I figure they deserve somethin' for all them hours
And that be the realest sh*t that I never wrote
(Really spoke something on that sh*t)
Only book I ever read I could have wrote—48 Laws Of Power (What!)
Me, Gee and Hop, uh-huh, the game's ours (What!)
Seems like I got more brain off my fake chain
Than my real one, 'cause on the real, son
If a girl think you broke, she just wanna f*ck and smoke
If you paid, then she's thinkin' bout her children, feel him? (True)
Prolly not though, unless you got dough, you know what I mean?
You will think the grass greener when you finally get green
I told Regina, "You ain't been in a Medina" (Quit lying)
Yeah, I seen you grabbin' on my balls like Serena (Uh-huh)
Yeah, y'all the invisible ho, you ain't never seen her
Mhm, she must stay around your grandma crib
Right next door to where the in-laws live
I brought a man from the fifth floor all in y'all crib
Haha
[Outro]
Remember n*ggas back at school
They didn't have no girl at school
So they be like, "I got a girl, she just stay by my grandma's crib" Hahaha
Yo, Dame, where the f*ck you find me? Hahaha