Its True

IAME:

As far as the name it’s, far from household

I’m almost famous, if famous was another word for unknown

Bein’ humble’s a given, I set up goals and live within my means

It’s nothin fancy but I’m livin my dreams

I’m not that rapper makin millions off loss and on the t.v screen

I’m just tryna pay the bills so I can watch some t.v

Seein on how it’s a window to a world that’s not right

Full of dumb ass people who make me feel better about my own life

So you can ride on dicks for a sec then add it to your list of regrets

But show the kids some respect, cus he consistently wrecks

When performin, rep the thorn city and set with two crews

That’s over thirty dudes, most have never heard the music

It’s SP and the OD but on the flip side

When your DJ stands for day job, it’s not very hip hop

Goodnight I’m through killin it, quit waving your white flags

I don’t care what you might say, I won’t be listenin to you anyway

Chorus

And if y’all believin this then cool

Understandin what I’m sayin, it’s true

Listen, I’m not lyin, it’s true

And if y’all believin this then cool

Understandin what I’m sayin, it’s true

So what do I do when real life gets too boring

It, it tells a, it, it tells a story

Sapient:

I’m not gonna rant about how abominate this gossip is

You got it twisted if you think only women got caught up in it

So here’s a taste of the latest Sapient bulletin

I’ll tell you all you need to know, or at least make up some bullshit

Like, I’m compulsive yea, I’m obsessive too, I’m alright

I just gotta touch the wall twice before I exit rooms

Me, m-m-me, me, I talk about myself that’s not a rumor

But what is is that I’m a rock producer with microscopic tumors

Let’s say I’m a story teller, confined to my lonely cellar

Writing stories about my life, only better

Please get to know me better

There aint no skeletons in my closet, my closet is full of pastel woven sweaters

Seriously, I won’t hesitate to go in your veins

So take it in stride as you tell grapes on the vine

Informational drama, at least I started the problem

Go on now, not passin it on is regarded as thoughtless

Chorus

Al-One:

Listen, true or false, I had sex with your baby mama

Yolanda in Rwanda with no condom in the sauna

Well then, who’s at fault

Me if the crime is bein handsome

But what about the stabbin dude dyin in the bath

Yea-ills, charge you but drop, but they barge in my spot

Armed with they glocks while I was in the backyard harvestin pot

I was shook, startled, and shocked

But still managed to dart in my Dodge Dart to a nearby park and just watch

Reaction from afar, relaxin in my car

I broke out the plastic jar and a package of cigars

I got so bent I started laughin like a ‘tard

And past out right there and woke up in Ashland with a broad

In a mansion, with a bar, but a fanciest of art

Decorated the walls, y’all don’t believe me, "Hey Alex is that honest to God?"

Nah, but I put that on you

And that gives me plenty incentive to keep tellin the truth

Chorus

Outro

Kill, k-k-kill (x3)

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill, k-k-kill (x3)

Kill