Truth Be Told 2

Im a young kid
Why you think im tryna make it out
Get fame, fly overseas and buy my fam a house
I struggle and i take Ls but i bounce back
Tryna make dough get a mansion and gold plaque
And what i mean by gold plaque
I aint talking about the trap
I was thirteen in school
All i did was rap
Had the phone under my desk writing bars for the sake of it
Tryna ghost in Dubai for a while
You cant walk in my shoes man
You couldn't last a mile
All these Ns talking S
Ill show them what im about
Mummy works nine to five
Just to see a nigga smile
Serving bits to the Kits and the Kats
Im tryna take a break but i can't let time pass
If you got dead bars then please dont gass
So more time i look bummy
I sit and i watch cause n move funny
Your moving bare chewy
Im talking about extra she wanted haribo(harry bro)
But i want him in this vetra
You think you got loud?
More time its like wispa
Im checking out her figure
Shes moving like a stripper
More time im trash
So im jeeting our her sister
Then pass it to my n
Leave you tangled like a twizzler
I got a hit list so dont get ticked off
You aint one of my migos we cant take-off
If you hear me on the radio dont turn off
Only tens and twenties on that drop off

Look
When they ask you whos the best
Then just say blickz
Cause since a younger man ive always had a bag of chicks
And i aint tryna brag but if the shoe fits
The shoe fits better than me you must be stupid
Cos when i step up in the room
I know you rappers feel it
My bars are so sick they'll have a deeper meaning
I always tell the truth and never try to be deceiving
So when i tell you blickz is cold then just know i mean it
Man its a peak one
So you can drop tracks but they wont sound like these ones



Credits
Writer(s): Panashe Mutasa, Paulo Da Mata
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