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The truth is in my eyes, n*gga
I keep it gangsta so I ain’t got sh*t to hide, n*gga
When it’s beef, please believe that imma ride, n*gga
It’s been long but now I’m home, don’t be surprised n*gga
I told y’all
The truth is in my eyes, n*gga
I keep it gangsta so I ain’t got sh*t to hide, n*gga
Cause when it’s beef, please believe that imma ride, n*gga
It’s been long but now I’m home, don’t be surprised n*gga
I told y’all
#VERSE
What part y’all don’t understand?
Since I surfaced out the pen, n*gga, I’m the man
And I’ll be damned if I let a n*gga stop this
From the whips, to the grip, to the rock wrist
N*gga, this is a warning, homie, take heed
N*gga, please
Believe me when my eyes bleed
All I see is them trees, keys or the cheese
Memories of them bodies that I had to freeze
OG’s bred me since a baby pup
OE Hennessy stayed in my cup
Taught me how to hold a heat and how to buss
How to shake a OZ and how to cut it up
Servin’ clucks on Montana and Marengo
Reppin’ red bandanas duckin’ gringos
Bussin 4’s, f*ckin hoes, n*gga, bucket does
Tryna bum up on some gold D’s for the 4
#CHORUS
I done told y’all
The truth is in my eyes, n*gga
I keep it gangsta so I ain’t got sh*t to hide, n*gga
Cause when it’s beef, please believe that imma ride, n*gga
It’s been long but now I’m home, don’t be surprised n*gga
I told y’all
#VERSE
The hydro on fairoaks be rollin
All night
Cop a couple, twist it up and blow it, ignite
So high n*gga pulled over
Parked the ride, forest fires got my mind tweakin’
Going blind
Peep some b*tches in the manners looking fat as f*ck
Pull up on her with the manners like, “I’m tryna f*ck”
N*gga pumped so the yolks looking so swole
They fiendin talking ‘bout, “damn, Big Hit, you’re so bold”
I’m Nicole this is cherry and we tryna go
On the low we wanna know if it’s a long pole
I told them hoes I’ll pound that p*ssy ‘till it’s Peter Rolled
You ain’t never f*cked with a n*gga out on parole
Girl, I’m the type of gangsta that’ll f*ck up your stance
First class, Pan Am, with some bricks in your pants
On the visit in the Feds with my man in the pen
Ten grams in your mouth while your tonguing ‘em down
#CHORUS
Girl,
The truth is in my eyes, n*gga
I keep it gangsta so I ain’t got sh*t to hide, n*gga
When it’s beef, please believe that imma ride, n*gga
It’s been long but now I’m home, don’t be surprised n*gga
I told y’all
#OUTRO
(G.P. The Beast) Shout it out, wassup man
It’s the boy G.P. The Beast, man
Sacramento Macramento
Real n*gga, done been through a whole lotta real shit
You know what I’m talkin’ about?
Now this for my n*gga Chauncey, man
Yeah, that n*gga Chauncey from PDL, n*gga
N*gga, real blood n*gga
I ain’t gone lie, n*gga, one of the hardest n*ggas I ever met
First time I seen that n*gga? (sh*t)
N*gga, that n*gga came through the chow hall
When I was in Atlanta, we was in the Feds
I seen that n*gga walk
I’m like, “okay this n*gga right here gone make it,”
“I hope this n*gga a blood, on my momma”
Of course, n*gga, I ain’t turning down nothing
Sh*t, n*gga, I’m with the business too, n*gga
So I look a n*gga straight in the eye, n*gga
Soon as they come in, n*gga, hard walk or nothing
Then we throw it up at the same time, BAM!
I’m like, “okay! This n*gga a real blood”
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#CHORUS
(Big Hit) Cherry red, flag on my head
Cherry pants, cherry flag on my head
Flame flag, wrapped around my head
Flamed up, blippin, spittin flame from my head
Red lotion, blood thicker than mud
Red lotion, you know I bang it on bloods
Red lotion, like a vein hold it together
Like the red now, flamed up burning forever
#VERSE
(Big Hit) I’m flying loyal to the game, all I be is flame
Red rose with the full blooded red nose strang
Some n*ggas got jumped in and jumped out the game
My OG got red diamonds and a red gold chain
On lanes, it’s PDL ‘till death do us part
Touched down out the pen, rolling out the red carpet
Red thang imma spark it
Valet, a n*gga parking
At Robinson Park snappin’ orders, straight barkin’
Got the red hollow tips with the red eye on it
Gang of red coats busting out them red dice on it
Sippin’ red Remy, twistin’ red bud, red Zig Zags
Red b*tch cookin’ red snappers, steamin’ sea bass
Turn a blue face into some hot red cash
In the red Casablanca sweatsuit, red pants
Red Six Deuce on deuce sixes, all red
Runnin’ red lights, howling at the red moon mad
#CHORUS
Cherry red, flag on my head
Cherry pants, cherry flag on my head
Flame flag, wrapped around my head
Flamed up, blippin, spittin flame from my head
Red lotion, blood thicker than mud
Red lotion, you know I bang it on bloods
Red lotion, like a vein hold it together
Like the red now, flamed up burning forever
#VERSE
(RJ) N*ggas ain’t never took no fades —--
Red bone gone twist my braids, red rubber bands
B*tch pulled up in them cherry flames and she punched a Benz
My n*gga beat life he 1-0 like the number ten
B*tch wet the Red Sea, I left her on read like a flash warning
Sippin’ rose gold Ace of Spade red flag on it (RJ)
Tomato coupe, red wheels look like pepperoni
I know the truth, a real whoop this my testimony
Having all them n*ggas judge me for these blues
But they red wrong
Blood suckas wanna drain me see me lose, I can’t play along
Sh*t, lick a hundred red tips out this tomb sh*t like Daleon
Send reposado shots, red Louis duffle my carry on
#CHORUS
Cherry red, flag on my head
Cherry pants, cherry flag on my head
Flame flag, wrapped around my head
Flamed up, blippin, spittin flame from my head
Red lotion, blood thicker than mud
Red lotion, you know I bang it on bloods
Red lotion, like a vein hold it together
Like the red now, flamed up burning forever
#VERSE
(Jay Worthy) Got blood in my skin like it’s red lotion
Got tek in my cup like it’s red potion
Burgundy rag on my head I’mma real funkster
Red bottoms on my bitch we on the red sofa
Bampbana brothers, Brazilian sh*t this a bomboca
Louis V, blood I’m floating through the Red Sea
Overseas it’s Worldwide Worthy, hoe, that’s really me
Philly P’s the only thing I chunk like the MLB
We came to play ball, that’s on dub SP
Jackie Robinson from Gonzales Park to the DLBs
From the 110 North back to Piru Street
I hit Big Hit he come whoop me up in a ‘53
#OUTRO
Red Lotion (whoop)
Come whoop me up in a ‘53
Red Lotion
Red thang I’mma spark it, valet a n*gga parking
Red lotion, (whoop)
Come whoop me up in a ‘53
Red lotion (whoop)
Red thang I’mma spark it, valet a n*gga parking
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#INTRO
(Big Hit)
Sick my young wolves on you n*ggas
Babystone Gorillas
Big Hit, b*tch
#VERSE
(P4K) Blood don’t make us no closer
Pull a skit, n*gga
Johnny’s got up on us, did the dash
Cause I got 4 nickels
Still spinning laps around the blade sending hoe b*tches
Anything they ask me in that station, I don’t know, n*gga
How I catch you in the shopping mall without your pole
It’s like a dawn without the rolls
Or a K without the bullets
Time tickin’ hella fast, issa hundred and it’s fully
It’s a glock
And the switch made it a mop
#VERSE
(Ekilla) Just hit a sucka n*gga sister
I’m just trying to get the drop
He wonder why he always see me
She keep blowing off my sock
Finna get into it with ‘em
I ain’t blowing up my spot
Ain’t dealing with no rookie n*gga
Boy, I’m in to spin the block
It ain’t no fun if I can’t hop out on my feet and hit this top
I’m on the run, I ain’t going back to sleep on no cot
That’s on my son if they get me, I ain’t speaking to no cop
Disrespectful young n*gga, they gone leave me in the box
(Big Hit)
I show up and show out, shoot out in the showdown
Sh*t be so shady, shake n*ggas and these hoes down
I ain’t trying to fight, a n*gga ‘bout to die tonight
I live a real rider life, I ain’t lying on the mic
You n*ggas in the rat race, moving at a rat pace
Beed you in that rat tank, tryna hide your rat face
Bake your ass a rat cake, fill your ass with rat bait
F*ck what a rat thank, sniff you out- rats stank
Pull up on a n*gga like some monkey bars
Chip a n*gga off like some chunks of hard
Warning, no warning shots
In the pen or on the cot
It’s different in these streets, nothing bigger than the B
#CHORUS
Grab that chop, load it up
Spin the block, load ‘em up
Pull off in the Lotus truck
Doing donuts, middle finger up
Grab that chop, load it up
Spin the block, load ‘em up
Pull off in the Lotus truck
Blow clouds out the window and chunk it up
(Whoop)
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#INTRO
(Big Hit) Like JG Wentworth, b*tch n*gga
Need my money now
#CHORUS
(Big Hit) A$VP, A$VP, A$VP, A$VP
Chauncey, Chauncey, Chauncey Chauncey
A$VP, A$VP, A$VP, A$VP
Chauncey, Chauncey, Chauncey Chauncey
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
#VERSE
(Big Hit) Where mines at, run in my racks
Where mines at, run it in ASAP
Where mines at, yeah
Run it in ASAP
(Hit-Boy) Run it in ASAP like Nast, like Ferg, like Rocky, and Wavybone
This ain’t a fit, lil b*tch, I got a statement on
I mix the Prada with the Thug Club and the Chrome
Pop’s home he staying home
I spin a n*gga figure eight for the figures
Lay low at the spot, count it up ‘till I get blisters
I feel like JG Wentworth
You sign in on Twitter
I’m signing documents in Beverly Hills for my builders
Run it ASAP
#CHORUS
(Big Hit) A$VP, A$VP, A$VP, A$VP
Chauncey, Chauncey, Chauncey Chauncey
A$VP, A$VP, A$VP, A$VP
Chauncey, Chauncey, Chauncey Chauncey
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
#VERSE
(Big Hit) JG Wentworth, I need my chili ASAP
Get mistaken for a mack, they like blood got the sack
First glance be the stance like, “blood be bailing hard
I know he fresh off the yard, I can tell he a dog”
And I can tell she a wh*re, and I can tell blood a fraud
Me and Hit going hard, living like rockstars
Stretch bikes, candy cars, Surf Club living large
I might wiggle to the fight, take a flight back tomorrow
(Hit-Boy) I might wiggle through the light
Cause n*ggas funny like Marco
I can’t let ‘em do me like Cain cousin
This Maybach hard to follow
Crackin’ hood stars and superstars, I had my way
I’m with a bad one and her favorite fruit is Apple Pay
Run it ASAP
#CHORUS
(Big Hit) A$VP, A$VP, A$VP, A$VP
Chauncey, Chauncey, Chauncey Chauncey
A$VP, A$VP, A$VP, A$VP
Chauncey, Chauncey, Chauncey Chauncey
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
A$VP (Chauncey)
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#CHORUS
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic
#VERSE
Parkay margarine, rag ‘64
Got the butter leather guts, with the butterfly doors
That Honey Bun Buick got the icing on top
When the sun hit the paint, look like it’s melting on the block
The box Chevy looking like a box of Honey Grahams
The graham cracker seats cost a lot of money, man
They can’t understand the cupcake cutlass
With Hostess on the grill, icing dripping off the bumpers
I’m thumpin’ in the Six Trey, guacamole green
Door panels, wood grain, like an avocado tree
Your mean when your glass house make ‘em pass out
Seven deuce swisher sweet Caprice, brains blast out
I’m mashing out the Reeses Pieces Regal with my people
Whole engine candy coated so the whole hood is see-through
The Hummer triple lethal, not because it’s bullet-proof
Engine M&M’s, Snickers guts, paint baby roof
#CHORUS
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic
#VERSE
Apple Jack Jaguar, Fruit Loop Rover
Frosted Flake F1, Fifty on quotas
Butterfinger Beamerz on deuces look meaner
Than the Coca Cola Volvo AA dreamer
Milky Way Escalade on them 8’s kill ‘em
Now or later Navigator Lincoln be shittin’
Like the chicken fried five, shrimp fried six
The candy brandy wine, the champagne Chevy’s next
The Nestle Crunch Lex, chocolate paint so wet
Cocaine Corvette, Captain Crunch Cadillac
The popcorn Porsche Carrera stay parked
‘Cause the lemonade Lamborghini got more force
Trix made for kids, but I tricked out the Benz
The bunnies on the headrest with rabbits on the rims
The Skittle S-Class with the skrrts be skrrting
Strawberry Pop-Tart Tahoe hurtin’ ‘em
#CHORUS
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic
#VERSE
The 300c dipped in Cookies & Cream
The Starburst Bentley is a hustler’s dream
I’m ballin’ in the fireball Phantom like a sheek
Or an Arab in the Jollyrancher red Corniche
The bubbleyum Maybach might be out your reach
But the Lucky Charm Charger keep ya pushin’ in the street
Big feet on my Raisin Bran Ram 1500
But the rainbow Durango lookin’ so demonic
They vomit when I’m in a hypnotic Ferrari
Look r*tarded when I ride up on my Hennessy Harley
The Oat Granola Nova for them old school soldiers
Like a Three Musketeers on the deuce and quota
The fifth was on the tail of the goldfish Suburban
I swim through like a whale in the fishscale excursion
The Fruity Pebble bubble got them vibes in a huddle
Pointin’ fingers blowin’ kisses with they panties in a puddle
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Big Hit's highly anticipated debut solo album, The Truth Is In My Eyes, (executive produced by his son Hit-Boy) is finally here. Following a near twenty year prison bid, Big Hit burst onto the scene in 2014 with hit songs like "Grindin' My Whole Life" and the hood classic, "G'z Don't Cry." Unfortunately shortly after, Big Hit was sent back to prison for another nine year bid. During his time incarcerated, Big Hit spent his time writing raps on papers that he could find and preparing for the day he got out- and upon his release on May 5th, 2023, he went straight from his cell to the booth.
Now, just over six months later and after appearing on nine of ten songs on Hit-Boy's Grammy nominated album "Surf or Drown, Vol. 2," he's ready to release his long awaited debut solo album, "The Truth Is In My Eyes." Featuring 17 songs and the likes of rap heavyweights such as Snoop Dogg, The Alchemist, Benny The Butcher & more, it's clear that Big Hit and Hit-Boy have put their best foot forward.
Big Hit and Hit-Boy are both independent artists and everything for this album was done in-house via Surf Club. Big Hit wanted to ensure this album reached the hands of his supporters first, allowing them the opportunity to support him post incarceration. The album is available exclusively through Big Hit's Bandcamp at
music.bighitnupid.com for $10, and available on Jpay Tablets inside prisons nation-wide.
