Lyrics of 'Im The Truth' by Shanell

Lil wayne
I'm the truth, why would I lie
I walk around this bitch like a pilot I'm fly (I'm fly)
Hello and bye bye
I leave yall ass in the past like tie-dye

Haha 3 blunts and a mai tai
And I'm so well connected like wi-fi
Haha, me real dread them, they sci-fi
And I murdered bill nye the science guy

I do what I do and I do it well
I'm an og bitch cant you spell
Fuck wrong with yall
I aint marvin gaye but I can get it on which yall

Brisco
Yeah, uh, bouncing
Cant you hear this fucking beat pounding
I made so much money I aint counting
Drinking from a fountain
Yeah made a nigga rich
Drug money, cash money
Better know we in this bitch
Nothing else to do but get high and splurge phantoms
Swift with the girls, momma say I'm so man-ish
And I be all about that beef talk
Tell ya ass to get the issue when the heat sparks
Oops, my fault
Imma chill and pop me a pill
Yeah I see a lot of pussy with the mass in gears
Give you nigga flat lines like billy creel
With no turkey, how I'm posed to tell my pilgrim chill

Lil wayne
Yea microphone c. H. Echa, no liquor
Just pain killas and pro metha, young echas
Jump a n-ggas ass like checkers you cant check us
Or we all in ya face like freckles, trunk speckle

Big shark talk I swim when and wherever
I walk with a fork in my pocket, salt and peppa
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
And if you don't believe me then leave me be

Haha I am not human I am just an illusion
Organized confusion amusing
Haha, I am not losing I am one of the choosen
School of the hard knocks, I am just a student

Brisco
Yeah I come bad like michael, no homo
Niggas screw face so I tend to ride solo
Flying in a spur, we fold those
Windows let down, the barrel be the nose
The stomach be a hundred round drum
Weezy weezy, I'm home till the cows come
The brown paper bag, and notify accountants
Scratching fleas off my balls, I'm sick
Since a nigga got on, they jumped on my dick
Yeah, promoting that shit, certified hood
And if I ever go broke, I'll be all good
Promise I've been doing this since a toddler
My daddy was a hustla, my brother was a robber

Shanell
Click clack walk out a barrel of a llama
In my jimmy choos you a fool I am dharma
Jeffrey, yes me, I don't know karma
Only plead the fifth bitch fuck your honor
Gimme my portion, gimme my portion
Weezy got his so gimme my portion
Run up in a nigga session this is an extortion
Rip you off the track like abortion
Pistol bang, grasshopper gang
Niggas like bitches right track wrong train
Like cain I cope, like daddy I'm dope
Treat yourself and hope you don't choke