The Truth - Lil Rob

Hey, what’s up

It’s the homey Lil' Rob

Back to clear some shit up, you know

People be stealing my shit

And making money off it

And you know who you are

Hey, Mr. Postman, do me a favor

Deliver the letter, the sooner the better

Blew you vatos away like a feather

Familia Records, chale, whatever

People don’t know, and I’m not one to talk

But I gots to clear my name, for the shit that you dropped

Lil' Rob — Still Smokin'

Homey who the fuck you joking?

Burning Raza with my name, use you brain, you’re insane

It’s a shame you’re not ashamed to being lame

Are you Raza?

No, then change what you claim

Be proud of who you are, and not who you wanna be

I don’t wanna work with you, why do you wanna work with me?

I’m not your artist, so focus on them

If they’re not making you money and you’re broke, that’s on them

But, to take the shit the way you did

You remind me of a jealous little desperate kid

No llores

No llores

You wonder why I broke left

If I would of stayed I would of left broke (simon)

You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)

If I would of stayed I would of left broke (I would of left broke)

No llores

You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)

If I would of stayed I woulda left broke (simon)

You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why)

If I would of stayed I would of left broke (and that’s no joke)