Truth By Design – Against The Grain Lyrics

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Aside and aside
Riding upon nobody’s jack
Or autotuna crew relying on poppy shit
See I’m a different breather
What I need gotta be slick

The way that things are coming
The motion just got me sick
If y’all think the king is dead
It probably is
A veteran moving too fasr
To acknowledge his kids
Who never paid dews
Who never slaved crews
You looking fooled
Like these steady checking facials
Prayed to Jesus
Good God I hate the
Cocker that you drop
What you pop ’cause I’m a flavor
I’d be lying if I told you I’m not a hater
Number 1 itchy bun
Better get s straighter
It’s 6 o’clock on the dot
When I spread the hater
You burry you know your imitators
Now the truth is loose
Hotter than a center’s weight
Bringing it back
To where it should’ve been
Get your wait
I’m trying to escape
The trappers of these rappers
Using evasive tactics
I’m staring at the face of men
Don’t really give a damn
Who played the badass
Like it really matters
We going case green
And clean my status
Your favorite rapper
Ain’t spinning and kicking strong verse
He just a sensitive feminine looking sober
It’s like trying to pimp slap with a slow hand
He pouring out his weak heart
Over passion and slow chance
Candy coded rappers
Status flying like the sole man
Ain’t no dramatic for the 10 year old fans
What I look like?
Man this dish ain’t even cook right
Imagine me checking for shit
Made for bitches and suck types
I need my full cook spice
Marinate it for days
Bomb squad you filling
You serenade with grenades
Flows like Perrier
Popping like some bubbly
Hand on the beats
Face frown ugly
Drunk track crunch
Knocking tracks s grungy
Headphones to dome
Like blowing a fat pump piece
Coming to zone
With a back stack like much me
Rewind selected ’cause I’m still that hungry

Trying to escape the trappers of these rappers
Using evasive tactics
I’m staring at the face of men
Don’t really give a damn
Who played the badass
Like it really matters
We going case green
And clean my status
Trying to escape the trappers of these rappers
Using evasive tactics
I’m staring at the face of men
Don’t really give a damn
Who played the badass
Like it really matters
We going case green
And clean my status

What’s going down at the gabies
Joe…the same
These local suitors stores
They still get around in the train
Anonymous nobody knows who you are
Unless your crew affiliation is tattooed to your arm
In the street tricking politic to get it on
Your hit stay shit
You still living with mom
Get your business straight
‘Cause in due course you doing fix
You recognize then realize
The business’s full of snakes
One hand shakes
While the other hand takes
The brother win
And let you pockets flat as pancakes
The special loins
For policy your fan base
Flavor of the month
But the same plan chase
So don’t let your ego grow
Yeah you know
Gain them until you work
For the price of your soul
Whether you got a mana, a major label
Or a hoe
22 years latter rappers still out of control

Trying to escape the trappers of these rappers
Using evasive tactics
I’m staring at the face of men
Don’t really give a damn
Who played the badass
Like it really matters
We going case green
And clean my status
Trying to escape the trappers of these rappers
Using evasive tactics
I’m staring at the face of men
Don’t really give a damn
Who played the badass
Like it really matters
We going case green
And clean my status

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