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The Truth
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór The Truth został wydany 16 lutego 2024 przez Grimey Recordings jako część albumu Truth
album cover
AlbumTruth
Data wydania16 lutego 2024
WytwórniaGrimey Recordings
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM81

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jewl$
Jewl$
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Brick$
Matt Brick$
Producer

Tekst Utworu

That hating shit
Don’t faze me
Can’t nobody say they made me
Self made
Young Ceo
From the trenches
And I’m Going crazy
Foreign bitch
Trying have my baby
made to be rich
why they hating
Diamonds all on my neck
And they skating
Now It’s my turn
I was patiently waiting
I ain’t gon stop
Till we all balling
Straight to the top
I’m going my Hardest
Came in the game
Ain’t thinking about falling
Got my head in the streets
I ain’t think about college
hopped out the porch
And I got this shit popping
Now they screaming my name
Everytime I’m performing
You had yo chance back then
But you Lost it
In the maybach
And This shit give massages
Said you want smoke I can get this shit handled
Play like a joke we gon leave you with candles
My shoota be wit me he shoot like he Rambo
Always on go
Can’t my trust in a hoe
Big bands and they buss out my jeans
They see how I move
But I ain’t Tryna be seen
Used to walk thru the hood
With A thang and a dream
I was destined better
So I hoped in the booth
Everybody around me
know I’m the truth
Stay down
Stay dangerous
This for my thugs
On the block everyday
posted Outside On the same shit
Riding round
In a space ship
Triple digits while I lane switch
Yeah I leave who I came it
We ain’t the ones to play i with
I ain’t what a bitch want
I’m what a bitch need
Getting this money
That’s all that I see
If you trying to hang you gonna pay the fee
Swear to god I been road running with these Jordan’s on my feet
Now it’s three K for a feature
Now I’m richer than all my teachers
Now I’m on the stage you on the bleachers
Whole lotta money on my mind see I been shining
I been doing what I want cause now my time in
I don’t got time for these bitches I ain’t lying
I been shining
I been grinding
Whole lot of money when I’m stepping in
If I hit the club then we gon bring it in
Sipping Moët
Popping champagne
Smoking exotic
So I numb the pain
Rip to Kobe I just poured two fours
Real hood baby
Got it out the stove
Now they notice me
Everywhere I go
I ain’t want the fame
But it’s how it goes
Everybody around me know I’m the truth
Stay down stay dangerous
This for my thugs on the block everyday
Posted outside on the same shit
Riding around in a space ship
Triple digits when I lane switch
Yeah I leave who I came with
We ain’t the ones to play with
That hating shit
Don’t faze me
Can’t nobody say they made me
Self made
Young Ceo
From the trenches
And I’m Going crazy
Foreign bitch
Trying have my baby
made to be rich
why they hating
Diamonds all on my neck
And they skating
Now It’s my turn
I was patiently waiting
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