Текст песни Truly - D Knab

Yo hold up
Let me talk my shit
Y'all really aint ready for whats about to happen
This shit is easy, Ha
Lets get it
Listen up

And yeah I had some better days
Every time I wake up I'm movin like em cheverelets
I'm from the island where you grinding with some heavyweights
Said I'd never do my thing well I just let em hate
Food is on my dinner plate yeah I'm starvin
Went from selling Knicks now I'm feeling like the garden
Had my heart broken bet you wonder why I'm charmin
Still dead broke can't even get an apartment
Sike!
I heard it all, everything that I'd never be
Chasin all this cellary tryna become a better me
Back up In the studio still bumpin to this melody
Even at work my uncle he tried to bury me
Better dig harder cause Ima bit smarter
Money on my mind yeah I get it from my father
They said it was impossible I shouldn't even bother
Nowadays we'll do anything to make a dollar
Penny and a dream look how far it got me
Pops in the kitchen cookin chicken with some Broccoli
Workin 7 days said nothing will ever stop me
Cherish all the times were together watching hockey
Football sunday hoped i would ball one day
Just put me on the field man I just want one play
And right away I'll get to working
Now I got em turnin heads like there neck is broken
Always claimed my direction was far fetched
Part time no calls yet
Every other Tuesday can't wait to see my check
I'm pissed they even got me on the list won't hire me
I'm still the same dude you used write up in your diary
How could you look up in my eyes then turn your back
Then try to play off man what type of shit is that
But it's okay I been loyal since the first day
And even tho this hurts me it's feeling like my birthday
I'm reborn
There ain't no storm in my route
So fuck a Sandy I'll bring Irene and call it a group
And I'll bring drama to your front door, I'm ringing the bell
Even when you in heaven somebodies bringing you hell
On the road to riches bet they praying you fail
Dudes I grew up with are are good, dead, or sitting in jail
They wishin me well
But luck don't matter
You gotta chase your dreams or your dreams gon shatter
Now I'm married to a bad bitch can't get no better
And she all about them bands go and get that cheddar
Cheese, for the picture
The futures looking bright i can only see it with ya
Now heres the moment that I waited for
The come ups real like Strawberry in 84
I want it all maybe more
Always buying something new everytime that my lady call
I told them I was leaving they praying to see me fall, yeah
I promise I wasn't fake to em
But being broke, I could never relate to em
I see the hate, and now they acting fishy
If they try to hit my line Ima go and get the bait for em
Get it?
And yeah I stay balling
Sprung out on all the money I can hear the may calling
I mean, Yo bae calling while you sitting at home
Im counting money while she giving me dome
This the life bro
And all them dark days just let the light glow
Pockets kinda fat I need some lipo, I'm hyped though
I told Gooch we Gucci but no designer
Thats my day one he sitting on the recliner
My boys with me while I'm sipping this wine
Cause everyday we celebrating but we still gonna grind
Yo theres levels to this shit, can't see em from mine
Told me life was a bitch well she damn sure is fine

Man I told y'all, y'all weren't ready for this
Its ya boy Knab
Lets go