Truth

歌詞

I got 5 different bank accounts Driving round the clock, tryna make mine proud I ain't want em watch, for the pain, got a crowd But it proved to pay off when the fakes got out I been stomped under boots of the strong I been lost in pursuit of what's wrong, I know monsters, I won't feed the maw No time for playing it stupid at all, So I move different It's how I keep distance No shit with you or I, I just cant repeat Or relive this I got a few witness I got a view with it I can't move time so I gotta choose how I spend it I got my cruise ninjad That got my crew splintered I got a few dimes, but I can't get loose with the figures Offered seafood dinners I been the losers and winners It's all the heart and mind That prove who the choosers and givers It's been a hard time maneuvering routes and the innings I wrote my hard lines Not making excuses for business You cross the yard lines without asking for truce or permission Too long in the confines of these paper walls They saw all my lost mind, they ain't help at all And that ain't their fault Eyes crossed and nose blind to what I'm waiting for But why you playing bored Magic all summer, Where I been, you wonder? I'm packing the thunder A pacifist gunner I'm avidly hunted And massively blunted I got acrobatic acid in stomach It's past being funny Not gassin up nothing bruh I move different I'm like a goose swimming Except I stay on mute And I never prune for the women My attitude winning I stay astute grifting I keep my mood lifted It gives me super vision Denying supervision My pride improve dimensions Still sly in cues in mentions To slide into positions To try and accrue the riches I know ruthless shifters Who just move the inches Thumb some tomb decisions fucking rude ambitious No longer suit the benches Nah, now i want stuff But here a lot more lately, I be shuttin up Hear a lot more maybes live in fear who tell me that's nuts Weird how someone claim to be serious bout their mad love And then year after year still don't appear to get their cash up After cus and swear, a bunch of tears cause we ain't have stuff. Try to make appear we live in cheer And we don't ask much But then go shun and steer cause your veneer is showing cracks bruh I been going here and here - and having having fat luck But of course the more in gear the more I crash, duh But yo I'm known to blow shit up I do the most to close, zip, shush. Dont look for toes to be crushed Im just occasionally clutch Know how to go overbumps Know how to grow outta dust Dont got a whole lotta luck But some how always enough Yeah I move different I been through contingents I peruse the fringes Yeah I choose different I keep loosened tensions I might lose my edges Its how im smoothe in niches Now i dont bruise in pinches I dont get too offended I know the mood dependant So i improve the ending It looked fuuuuuucked up It looked like bubble gum in my face I get weird when put round the bitches Look like a feind, where I put my eighth My Yaris busted up, But Im still treatin that shit like I race Workin a job that I cant say Punk fucks will cut me stray But yo I move different I dont pursue pretentious I dont exhume I get it I dont be tuned, attentive And i dont do retention And fuck an intervention Nah i dont do syringes Dont gotta lube my engine I ball still move Messi But that shit prove the best thing Yah i be through with wrestling With that weighted vest I move without a sec Im flu without a jet I shoot without a set Cant prove or count whats left Im truth to power yea