paroles de chanson Tez's Truth - Tez The Don

Sound so soulful huh

Every day I wake and I just make a plate, say my grace
Push it to the side I gotta make it wait, I'm major late
Hungry on my grind so I'm on board to make it shake
Never learned to skate but forced myself so I can say I ate
Raise the stakes, chasing pay from late to day and day to late
I choose to be a slave so I can pave the way
Never fade away, never fade away no shades of J
Quit talking black and white cause we ain't black or white, we shades of gray
Been rapping since the 5th grade
Y'all in a deep slumber, y'all just been napping since the 5th grade
Y'all sleeping on me, I'm in the stu, all night
Putting in work and that's the perks of me being lonely
I accept it within a second, a valuable lesson
My emotions, I don't express them, partially why I be stressing
Bottle them up and then I drink them, get drunk off my own depression
Sometimes it's just too much and no one ever replies to my messages, shit

I guess this where I'm venting
Spitting all of my problems, maybe this time y'all will listen
Got any friends, lost many friends, that ain't the mission
Rarely sleeping and rarely praying man I guess it's just different
Got more demons than I got friends cause my mind to be twisted
Say I'm crazy man I've been told, so many parts of me missing, damn
It wasn't hard to miss Christmas
Fuck getting gifts, I'm alright being the heart for Christians that's gifted
God blessed me, with a talent in which there's no one can test me
Where I shine bright enough I can fuck up your epilepsy
Like when the cops flash them lights and yea my gun is right next to me
Ain't pulling over, if they wanna kill me they gotta catch me
Ain't shit sweet nigga
They killing niggas every week nigga
And I got my little one back home I gotta feed nigga
Plus the set is C's so all the bloods wanna see me bleed
We get mad then buy 2 Ks and play call of duty off in them streets nigga
And you worried about what's on my feet nigga
Should be worried about how to get the lead
Whether it's sneaks or cleats I'm running the game at excessive speeds
And ain't gon slowdown for niggas wanting that showdown
Niggas be packing that heat when they out to creep
Fuck it I got that llama for niggas that want that drama
Blame my mama I never saw a future in my rocking all designer
Saying fuck a bank teller to telling the bank go add them commas
Ain't no sofas in the house but now the seats gotta have recliners nigga damn
We ain't have shit
So Phil and Ron gave me that half brick
Threw me on the ave at 15, said go make that bag flip
And get that cash quick and bring it back or get yo ass killed

Damn, and I'm still here, nigga

I swear man, got Meelz in this bitch with me nigga
Melodic doing all the hard work man mixing this shit down and shit man
I'm coming, damn
Alright I'm good