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letra de hard truths - ng fresh

[intro:]
yeah, lemme ease back on the wordplay a little bit and come with some straight facts for a minute. sh-t, i’ll go there. just tell me when you’re ready. alright, let’s go

[verse:]
i’m feeding hard truths at you and it ain’t the lightest sh-t to swallow
but i’m feeding it today so y’all can digest it tomorrow
maybe you’ll implement them when you’re fighting with your sorrows
f-ck a hook, let’s get it while it’s captured lightning in a bottle
yeah, y’all might take offense to this cause i’mma be too honest
i got red pilled rage from hoes and failed at tryna see them dollars
so much bullsh-t plagued in life, compare its likeness to bubonic
this why people blowing up, but once they sign, they turn demonic
you got mlms and thots robbing and swiping from your wallet
all those gains going straight to your social hype but not your pockets
motherf-ckers on this wave ain’t got the slightest clue what’s poppin’
the truth is as fast as you’re reaching them heights is how you’re droppin’
you got everybody working day and nightly for a profit
gurus scamming simple knowledge shining brightly like some prophets
they dividing profits but it’s not in my direct deposit
h-ll with this sh-t, maybe i should be a liar and apostle
wait a minute, that’s what this rap’s for, but i’m not philosophic
i’m just a 20 year old rapper that’s right fresh outta college
i’mma virgin, i’m a nervous wreck that might be thrown some losses
and when i be calling bullsh-t, y’all lowlifes be so astonished
b-tches sickly for attention and the pipe’s the only colic
the soul sucked up out your d-ck and then you wife the hoe up on it
then they leave you for a stud, even them dyk-s done know he’s ballin’
she’ll leave you with nothing, but god finna knife the hoe, she’s fallen
why the f-ck’s our manhood taken and they’re striking at our b-ll-cks
pouring away our assets and dreams and high hopes down the faucet
we’ve turned into depressed drug addicts and dyin’ alcoholics
this world taking from us even when we’re lyin’ in our coffins
we’d rather succumb and become them then fight our f-ckin’ problems
anyone tryna improve, their money’s tight or stuck and jobless
maybe we could overcome our godd-mn plight if we struck the lotto
no good deed unpunished, move towards the light, the ruckus follows
we gotta face the sh-t and hit it on sight and duck the charges
h-ll with symptom management, gotta come right at the d-mn causes
stand on the right side of history, rewrite their f-ckin’ drama
anyone we see that’s keeping sh-t outright a buck, applaud ’em
this that sh-t that people already done write in public columns
it’s just these sonics equivalent to bright and stunning blossoms
that’ll motivate to reach them goals despite these tugging hardships
use these truths as basic principles, you might just hustle smarter
this for those with fundless checkings tryna write their stubs with commas
this for those who stay up sleepless every night with sl-ts so toxic
this for those who be scheduled on the next flight down to the bottom
this for those who wanna become champs but lightweight cause they’re starvin’
feeding hard truths at you and it ain’t the lighest sh-t to swallow
barely scratched the surface of this captured lightning in a bottle
maybe you’ll implement ’em when you’re fighting with your sorrows
hopefully with what i fed you, you can digest it tomorrow

- ng fresh

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