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Truth
NO ONE EATS
Hip-Hop/Rap
NO ONE EATS è stato pubblicato il 27 giugno 2026 da SEVEN CROWNS PRODUCTIONS come parte dell'album NO ONE EATS - Single
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AlbumNO ONE EATS - Single
Data di uscita27 giugno 2026
EtichettaSEVEN CROWNS PRODUCTIONS
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM60

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Truth
Truth
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TUNEAN SMITH
TUNEAN SMITH
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TUNEAN SMITH
TUNEAN SMITH
Producer

Testi

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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