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Truth
NO ONE EATS
Hip-Hop/Rap
NO ONE EATS est sorti le 27 juin 2026 par SEVEN CROWNS PRODUCTIONS dans le cadre de l'album NO ONE EATS - Single
album cover
AlbumNO ONE EATS - Single
Date de sortie27 juin 2026
LabelSEVEN CROWNS PRODUCTIONS
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM60

PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Truth
Truth
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
TUNEAN SMITH
TUNEAN SMITH
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
TUNEAN SMITH
TUNEAN SMITH
Production

Paroles

HOOK
FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD
If I can’t eat, no one eat, that’s carved in my chest.
Pressure in my breath, whole block feel the weight when I step.
I move with the cold, no light, no flex.
If I can’t eat, no one eat, I’ll end what’s ahead.
VERSE 1
I came from the nights where the heat don’t speak.
Where the old heads move with a slow‑burn streak.
Where the wrong tone echo and the right tone keep.
Where the dark got laws that the young don’t meet.
I walk with a calm that the real ones feel.
A low kind of threat in the way I deal.
I don’t chase no shine, I don’t chase no thrill.
I just guard my breath like a man on steel.
Pressure in my chest like a sealed‑down safe.
Every move I make got a weight and a place.
I don’t fold, I don’t slip, I don’t rush no pace.
If I’m hungry, then the whole damn circle erase.
HOOK
FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD
If I can’t eat, no one eat, that’s carved in my chest.
Pressure in my breath, whole block feel the weight when I step.
I move with the cold, no light, no flex.
If I can’t eat, no one eat, I’ll end what’s ahead.
VERSE 2
I don’t chase no crown, I don’t chase no cheer.
I just stand in the dark where the truth stay near.
Where the rules cut deep and the nights draw near.
Where a wrong step hum like a warning in the ear.
I learned from the days when the heat ran thin.
When the fridge looked back like a hollowed‑out grin.
When the world felt tight and the hope wore thin.
When the only real law was survive or give in.
So I move like a man who done paid his weight.
Who done walked through the frost with a slow, cold gait.
Who don’t talk too much, who don’t chase no rate.
Who don’t break his code, who don’t bend his fate.
HOOK
FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD
If I can’t eat, no one eat, that’s carved in my chest.
Pressure in my breath, whole block feel the weight when I step.
I move with the cold, no light, no flex.
If I can’t eat, no one eat, I’ll end what’s ahead.
Written by: TUNEAN SMITH

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