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Tru Bludd
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Look look
Tru bludd's back baby
What's good motherfuckers know I blaze the
Track let's face the facts I've been on the come up
What's good motherfuckers no I chase the stack I can't relax until I'm up front
What's good motherfuckers that's right it's Tru bludd back and this bitch come stuntin
Hate to burst your bubble but I'm poppin' I'm comin' in anyway but humble
I keep writin' these cold bars till my hands numb I've been waitin' to blow up like an old Samsung The way that I've been throwin' these shots
No wonder why everyone in this club got they motherfuckin' hands up
I write the anthems to the sad cunts like me who just never really cared for nothin
But still stand for somethin' hands are up and plans erupted
Cans are dumpin' mans is runnin' he's gone
Like the great white mick fanning punched Now come ride this wave with me
The East Coast Reapers these the only people standin' adjacent I stand with em faithfully
Crazily fiendin' for fame or some sleep never fazed in the streets All this blazing on beats got me dazed
In a way can't explain what it means but it pays for the weed
This game that we playin' ain't safe for the weak
Every day of the week I'ma chase what I seek
So basically I'm a dream catcher have you hangin' over your head
To send your brain in a deep sleep
Beep beep drive bys red dot sight have you lookin' like A practicin' Hindi
Wit sharp like Bindis I'm anything but silly
Made a livin' outta killin' niggas never switchin
Someone's pissin' in your pocket if you think I ever lost it
What's good motherfuckers? Know I blaze the track Let's face the facts I'm bein' on the come up
What's good motherfuckers? Know I chase the stack I can't relax until I'm up front
What's good motherfuckers? That's right it's tru bludd back in this bitch come stuntin
Hate to burst your bubble but I'm poppin I'm comin' in anyway but humble
I'm black and I'm deadly bubonic plague
Second to none when I'm on the rage
Keepin' the strap no one wanna play
But they girl's eggs need my sauce like it's hollandaise
(Ha ha that's dorty)
Man that's like beatin' a dead horse dominate the game Like it's cuffed to the headboard capture the essence of a king
Get checked mate like a chessboard
But wait there's more no Billy Mays
I'm prI'me tI'me while y'all just for show
Your tunes like re-runs in the day
My tracks filled with captions for IG posts
Stay above all the industry plans like I'm Topsoil
Ain't no legitI'mate plan that I won't spoil
I'll be cookin' fire like wine on hot oil
Have it lookin' crazy like Sassy sayin Popcoin
Man what am I talkin' about
You see the boredom come out
Walkin' around like the talk of the town
Ditched the awkwardness I'm flauntin' it now
Finna perform with the audience loud
This ain't rhetoric I'm Ruth in the forties
I'm callin' it now Ain't nothin' normal about me
This water cost thousands you caught in a drought
What's good motherfuckers
Know I blaze the track let's face the facts I been on the come up
What's good motherfuckers know I chase the stack I can't relax until I'm up front
What's good motherfuckers
That's right it's Tru Bludd back and this bitch come stuntin
Hate to burst your bubble but I'm poppin
I'm comin' in anyway but humble
What's good motherfuckers
No I blaze the track let's face the facts
I been on the come up
What's good motherfuckers
No I chase the stackI can't relax until I'm up front
What's good motherfuckers
That's right it's Tru Bludd back and this bitch come stuntin
Hate to burst your bubble but I'm poppin
I'm comin' in anyway but humble
Yes sir