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letra de truth - chris yonge

[intro]
(wooh, d-mn) d-mn (d-mn), you did it again man
[?]
you know, we have a long time for some sh-t like this, you know what i mean
you got me all going like ha ha ha

[verse 1]
white boy but i still get my swag on
skinny man but i still get my sh-g on
women always tryna get me here to settle down
[?] no one ever let a drag on
they always wanna swag i don’t let ’em work for it
good things come quick when you search for it
if you prayin’ and you hopin’ that you make it big
it won’t happen if you only go to church for it

[hook]
i don’t come with that junk (junk)
i just come with that flow (flow)
i just come with the truth (truth)
the truth is something i know (know)
i’m just a man in the sixth
tryna make paper, tryna make dope
if i don’t make the cake that i want
i’ma just take the cake that i own

[verse 2]
started with nike kicks and white tees
now i brought black vans in my shelves
mixed with the black pants to my toes
i’m like the pacman y’all the ghosts
always tryna catch me up in my maze
but i’m to fast i know y’all agree
everybody wanna guess up and get paid but they ain’t doin’ sh-t they sitting on e
ain’t doin’ sh-t they sh-ttin’ on me i’ma i’ma go big ’till i’m whippin’ on three
with the crib in the south and the house in the hills with a b-tch in the pool while i’m sipping on tea
got big dreams that i put in my head every d-mn day i working harder to grow
never got loved and died as a kid but these days go by man starting the show

[verse 3]
i know one day i’ll get a call from a man
and he probably says “regard in the flow”
like “you just did the sh-t big
i always knew you were blown’
i always knew you’d be big
i always knew you’d be rich
i always knew you was fake”
why the f-ck you calling me b-tch? (wooh)

[hook x2]
i don’t come with that junk (junk)
i just come with that flow (flow)
i just come with the truth (truth)
the truth is something i know (know)
i’m just a man in the sixth
tryna make paper, tryna make dope
if i don’t make the cake that i want
i’ma just take the cake that i own

[background voice]
i don’t need your guidance
i just need my silence
all the sh-t that they talk about open in my eyelids
waking up when i go to bed [x2]
everybody wanna get high when i rather just play alone instead
(play alone x4)

- chris yonge

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