letra de true lyrics - tyrone briggs
[verse 1: tyrone briggs]
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true lyrics and true art
as far as it sets out, homie, i play a true part
’cause i’m [?] side don’t mean you’ll pull that woo card
i must be [?] bein’ compared to you, god
the making of a legend
i came in with respect, now i can make it any second
so close to my success, i could pull out a pen and blow up
in a matter of seconds with no grenade in my possession
i say it and i meant it, i ain’t one of them dudes
to rap on what i got ‘less i mentioned what i been through
y’all fabricate a lot, can’t tell on who was who
i’m watchin’ squares, switchin’ your colors quicker than a rubix cube
ironically, ain’t in track of the time
i speak what’s on my mind, ironically, it just happеned to rhyme
you at your peak, but honеstly, you ain’t captain like i
you got some heat, but honestly, what is that to lebron?
savage lines, think you [?]? think you rhymin’ greater?
your numbers will always be under mine, you denominator
i’m talkin’ ’bout ramblin’-ass n-ggas
the opp-record-but-n0body’s-hearin’-it-ass n-ggas
you scared to be yourself so you jackin’ n-ggas for bars
even takin’ punches from girls, charles hamilton-ass n-ggas
special dude, very blessed with it
[?] y’all are sceptical with dollar perry s-x [?]
[verse 2: squeegie o]
i spit sicker than y’all boot l!ckin’ d-ck n-ggas
mitt romney taker than the himey-ass snitch n-ggas
i been in p-ssy since fuma had the cheater
y’all f-ggots’ wife into groupies, y’all just into beaver
i punch through the speaker, and p-ss on the adjective
y’all average n-ggas spittin’ on some average sh-t, cut it out
juicy j f-cked the ratchet b-tches, they just give me head
i’d rather f-ck a midget so she call my d-ck the super leg
staten island superman, but i’m immune to kryptonite
[?] the track, that’s why i comes back, y’all ain’t hittin’ right
i feel my [?] so please get the f-ck off them
it takes years of groomin’ your style to do this awesome sh-t
even deebo got knocked the f-ck out
stop playin’ with them young boys and sit the f-ck down
i’ve been sittin’ on my own brain, writin’ suicidal sh-t
that make these wack n-ggas take heed, ain’t go and try the sh-t
how [?] so p-ss off, y’all [?]
y’all not about sh-t so why the f-ck is you here for?
talkin’ all that nonsense, oh, now you’re makin’ non stretch
but ain’t never bust your own gun that make time sweat
i’m so sick of y’all industry n-ggas
give me a second, play luke cang and finish you n-ggas
there’s a reason i play humble in my interviews, n-gga
’cause i ain’t tryna sell my soul like the rest of these n-ggas
n-gga
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