Truth Jones
And you know that
I'm never going to fold
I made vows to this music
I promise to hold
And it doesn't even matter
The records that are sold
As long as they know
That this ninja is cold
And you know who
I'm doing it for
I have two girls
Waiting for dad to explode
I have two brothers
Waiting for the world tour
And a bunch of cousins
Waiting for award shows
And not to mention
Hoes offering to remove clothes
And many more with hands out Like they are paying tolls
I swear these instagram vultures be killin me
Selling dreams
And stealing niggas identities
I can give you a million views
For fifty bucks
Shit is so tempting
When I am feeling stuck
But I just have to be persistent
Keep doing what I'm doing
Cause winning's intrinsic
Y'all should be paying me
For these lessons I'm giving
Instead of me paying you
For a student to listen
Professor Jones
Yea class is in session
Truth one oh one
How to use mics as a weapon
Turn to project four
Shooters Shoot
Here's your question
What makes an artist blow
Is it destined
Is it pure luck
Time and place
Manifested
If not
Then How in the F*ck
Is you getting the blessings
I'm not hating
But your shit is so doo doo
Don't belong on airwaves
Belongs in a cesspool
All the more
The music industry
Got away with murder
I swear it's depressing
For the records
That they be pressing
Play on
Choosing to delay on
Folks like Joyner
Tobe and Truth Jones
Tracks that are ass
Get turned to gold and platinum
Can't even recite a lyric
It's so dumb
What's the point of a bar
When I raise it so high
No one knows where you are
Going to take over the kingdom
But my name ain't scar
I was born to be a king
Young simba's the call
I'm a Champ
Says it on my draws
Got Crack from the Ascension Of Truth
This is to help your withdrawals
With the figurative pen
I am goated
Y'all niggas gassed up
Lyrically bloated
People keep asking when I'm
Going to stop dropping
Probably the same time that bras stop popping
At day clubs stadium swim
Yes I go deep
Traded with the chiefs
But my name ain't Tyreke
Imitate drake
I rap, write and I sing Truth
You are not in my league
You're not even creative
So when it comes
To your judgments or the hating
I'm constipative
Which Means
I dont give two shits
When you debate the greatest
What comes out your loose lips
I'm a ten on the mohs scale
Tough as a diamond
Can only cut myself
Call it self harm shining
I'm in the building
And got everyone blinded
I saw this shit coming
Yea Extra Sensory Perception minded
I stay grinding
Eternally keep finding
New ways to express myself
Philosophically intertwined in
Two polynucleotide chains
Forming a double helix
Not talking fashion
With these genes
My thoughts are so hard
If you tried to maintain
They would give you a migraine
I'm arriving and I'm staying
Eternally engrained
Like stubborn wine stains
And I can't wait until the day
That the world knows
And remembers
My name Truth Jones