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213NINJA & Sheesh

One Truth

Hip-Hop/Rap

One Truth was released on June 6, 2026 by NIN213JA RECORDS as a part of the album One Truth - Single

Song Details

AlbumOne Truth - Single

Release DateJune 6, 2026

LabelNIN213JA RECORDS

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

213NINJA

Performer

Sheesh

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Wayne Chong

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Wayne Chong

Producer

Lyrics

You got a loud campaign, I got receipts and timestamps

Same dudes screaming family switch seats when the lights dim

I watched it happen firsthand, backroom folding chairs

Everybody swore they built it, nobody was holding shares

Funny how the stories change when the paperwork surfaces

The loudest voice in the room usually nervous on purpose

I don't argue online, I let patterns explain it

Your resume need witnesses, mine survived being needed

You sell certainty, I sell observations

You got a team of yes-men rehearsing confirmations

Every bridge that burned left smoke on your jacket

Now you blame the matchmaker every time you strike a match with it

Look, I remember the diner off the highway at two

Three people at the table, only one told the truth

Coffee getting cold while the excuses got warm

That's the difference between a reputation and a uniform

Everybody tough when the room got witnesses

Everybody tough when the room got witnesses

Everybody tough when the room got witnesses

Same mouths go quiet when the paperwork enters it

I done watched partners turn accountants with selective memory

Count every favor they gave and forget every century

You was at the cookout asking everybody for a hand

Now you tell the story like you drew the whole blueprint

With a plan, it's cool, I ain't correcting it

The truth don't need a lawyer when the timeline got evidence

Remember them winter nights, heat cut off, oven cracked open

Four grown men in the living room talking big

While the landlord kept posting notices

Nobody looked too weak then

Everybody had opinions

Funny how success turn recollections into fiction

I don't beef for attention, I pay attention to behavior

People tell on themselves long before they meet a traitor

It's in the handshake, the extra laugh, the certain distance

The way they mention your name different

When somebody else is listening

Look, the loudest guy usually selling something

The quiet one usually building something

That's why I never got impressed by announcements

Half these victories rented, the invoice is still coming

I knew a dude that had a key to every apartment in the building

Thought power meant access until the tenants started leaving

Spent years controlling hallways, watching every door

Couldn't understand why nobody trusted him anymore

That's the part they miss, influence ain't ownership

Just because they know your face don't mean they owe you shit

A lot of people confuse recognition with respect

Then spend a decade getting angry at reality checks

I seen cousins stop speaking over numbers

Mothers caught in the middle tryna keep peace at Thanksgiving dinners

Kids in the next room playing games

Unaware the grown-ups gambling bloodlines over percentages

That's why my circle small, not on purpose, just maintenance

Some relationships expire, some survive renovations

Some collapse from the weight of expectations

And me? I quit measuring worth by applause

Half the people clapping got conditions in the clause

The minute you stop providing what they came to consume

They act like they never walked through the room

The laundromat sign flashed blue through the blinds all night

Couldn't sleep, kept replaying old conversations right

Certain words age different, some get heavier with mileage

Especially when they came from people you admired

One dude swore loyalty was everything, said it every week

Then folded for a shortcut before the month was complete

Didn't even shock me, truthfully, it fit the pattern

The speeches kept getting longer while the actions got scattered

Another cat had talent, real talent, could've went far

Spent more energy counting enemies than counting bars

Every room was a conspiracy, every setback sabotage

Eventually paranoia became the whole entourage

That's why I move different now, not mysterious, just practical

The older I get, the more the audience becomes valuable

Show up, handle business, keep your promises consistent

Most people lose the race before they reach the distance

So when they ask how I stay solid through the switch-ups

The fake love, the missing funds, the mix-ups

I tell 'em nothing special, just paying attention

The game usually explains itself if you listen

Written by: Wayne Chong

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