Truth (Why You Mad) - KXNG Crooked, Royce 5'9

You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth

You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth

You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth

You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth

Oh you mad 'cause I’m stylin' on you

«I gave you niggas the truth, huh?

Huh?»

«And what’d you do with it?»

You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh?

(uh, uh)

You niggas losing it

I coulda' did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)

Nah, I wasn’t cool with it

Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense

But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since

The hood is moving different than you envisioned

Consumerism’s the new religion

There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures

A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for

the coupe if the roof is missing

On a foolish mission

What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in

prison

«Who would listen?»

No time to listen to dudes who spittin', while music’s missing

Just booze and women, your jewels are drippin

But you was trippin', because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom

You stupid, ludicrous, nigga

You’s a victim (Amen)

We lost souls, put that on the bible

Sell us some Jordan’s

We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important

Even though there’s been a war on the poor

Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles

Me and your survival was more than vital

They say my people are like Jelly Beans

Wait!

Because nobody like the black ones

Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything

Wait!

«I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?»

You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth

You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth

You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth

You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth

Oh you mad 'cause I’m stylin' on you

Tell the truth, «nigga, who the best in this industry?»

If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me

You only acting tough 'cause you sniffing coke and sippin' Hennessy

I click triggers re-lentlessly

I kill rich niggas instantly

While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches

All I said to that little thot, was «hello"back

Marshall called me the best out, I called him the «kettle black»

I’m like Nas, I’m about the check

My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX

I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, 'cept I’m not in debt

I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like

contracepts

I’m a Contra-vet

Thought you got me my was wet

God just wept

I’m the flyest yet

I’m disguised as Ness

Your brides is, but your

I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect

Yes!

I confess

I don’t rap for checks

I rap to kill rappers and for my respect

I shall let this nine go pyrotech'

Lies gon' catch up and guys get lied to rest

I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left

We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s

I’m on yo' head!

Like berets

I’ma show up where you did your show last

That’s gon' be yo' ass

I don’t get you there, I come to yo' ave

I don’t get you there, I come to yo' lab

Show up frontin' like I’m drunk with the MO-AB

I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro

If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl

I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image

Part of a team that brings all the women

When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather

When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters

I’m too up to understand what under means

Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders

Male or female, we can bet your budget

I got asked in a interview, «where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this

bitch being the best who does it?»

That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it