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TruceGod & Miles Jordan

Lord Knows

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Lord Knows was released on February 8, 2026 by PseudoclassicEnt. as a part of the album Lord Knows - Single

Song Details

AlbumLord Knows - Single

Release DateFebruary 8, 2026

LabelPseudoclassicEnt.

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM179

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

TruceGod

Performer

Miles Jordan

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

TruceGod

Composer

Ahmad Neal

Songwriter, Lyrics

Marc Rolon

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ahmad Neal

Mixing Engineer, Producer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah this that shit **** got the stars in the ceiling and shit

Believe your people or this evil will deceive you, Ya heard me,

Uh,

Big ol' pistol, stock like 6 hunnid,

Thousand dollar scope so I can see a bitch coming,

Laser on that bitch I’m really tryna hit somethin',

I got some jackers in my home lil bro you thought you big stunnin',

Im at the gym with bad bitches gettin naked in the sauna,

Them hoes want and need to get they life changed I’m proud to the honors,

Popping bottles all weekend like I sent my daughter to my mamas,

Run up a tab in that bitch fuck throwing hunnids,

Throw some commas,

I gotta dollar and a dream,

My bitch is proud to make a scene,

She find out I’m with some hoes she start hollerin' and screams

I like a bitch that fill her Stanley with a bottle of codeine,

But I could never love a bitch cause she might swallow up the team,

Red rolls white ceilings lil chick I don’t feelings,

I’m in the hood with some choppas but I got bros that knife wielding,

I know a shady little baddie in Houston that like stealing,

And ima prolly hit her line for some sexual type healing,

Big dreams, Big bottles and big bitches,

Beefing over hoes and a 40 you get hit wit,

No money for the funeral I got homies that dig ditches,

And I’m celebrating life with all of my homies I hit licks with,

My bitch so bad make me wanna have a kid again,

I’m out the country tryna make this hoe a citizen,

Y'all want my bitch so bad well Brodie come and get it then,

She not goin like that you reposted that same fit again,

She off that bottle and her pen that chick is lights out,

Rick James in this bitch homie that’s a nice couch,

Ima keep grinding like uncle Phil I need a nice house,

But I can’t really tell you shit only lord knows what the hype bout,

Cause they know Truce stay off record,

If it’s really needed then we get to steppin',

I’ve been on crash course,

fuckin wit dumb hores a blessin',

I be feeling like a **** lethal weapon,

I just tell em come forth,

never knew comfort would get em,

it’s a battle when they feelin' independent,

Cause they gone want the tax off,

Specially when a **** wit the business,

I just hope she really let a **** finish,

A **** gone blast off, especially when I got the right ignition,

They ain’t wit it till a **** hit a million,

They trippin off bath salts if I ain’t really do this for my chiren,

My emancipation propagate the feelin',

Killin',

Last off put in the work and now I’m winnin',

Truce and M16 the perfect villains,

That’s why **** be hatin', got they ladies tryna choose us,

I can’t imagine how y’all feelin' when they choose up,

Now they see me wit women, so they hopin' that the cash fall,

But I stay shitin' on em lookin through a glass wall,

These **** trippin', but I know it’s not the ass fault,

Sorry to tell you she in the penthouse getting passed off,

All in yo bitch, I got her cummin' like the last call,

Been on the grind, so it’s bout time I let the cash talk,

That ass real she come in here I knock that ass off,

Skirt off in the Caddy got em trippin off the asphalt,

Written by: Ahmad Neal, Marc Rolon, Truce God

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