Tru.Recordz inc.

05/10/2016

04/11/2016

Chillin with the boys and laying y'all out with my noise,
Smokin loud gotcha paranoid,
West side tell the day I die,
And it ain't no lie,
Heavy steady on my grind!

03/30/2016

As soon as I step in the room,
I can express my feelings,
but I do with out auto tune,
I ain't tpain,
And I definitely lil Wayne,
Maybe our problems the same,
But I hardly complain,
I write what I feel ,
And I feel what I write,
I do what I spit,
And I do it every night,
Smoke w**d,
Make beats,
Lyrically inclined,
And that's who I be!

03/06/2016

Kicking back,
Counting stacks,
Got your bitch addicted to smack,
Got to hussle to get that new catillac,
Slanging Crack,
In da trap,
Next to the strap,
I'm on my grind,
So sick with my rap,
That you got to play it back,
What you heard,
Spitting a deadly verse,

02/19/2016

I've burned bridges,
I have cover them with an over flood,
Steadily saying f**k bi***es,
Writing this song in blood,
Some say I'm a g,
Some say I'm a thug,
But mainly I'm an addict for any kind of drug,
Trying to cover up what I can't face,
Trying to get work,
But I dont even have a place,
How do I look for work,
when I am constantly looking for a place to stay,
Can't sleep at night,
cause the suicidal thoughts are constantly in my brain,
Dreams of me emptying my vains,
Wish I had all the money and fame,
So ppl around me won't feel the same!

02/12/2016

2pac's 10th studio album and 5th posthumous studio album 'Loyal To The Game' dropped 11 years ago today.

"I stop and stare at the younger – My heart goes to em…It was stress that they under." - Ghetto Gospel

02/12/2016

I am your icon,
But we spell it with a U R when the mic's on,
Wanna battle well the fights on,
I'm coming in to destroy like a pipe bomb,
Weather its right weather its wrong,
my sh*t's dope so let this be your pipe song,
I guess I got you listenin and wishin that you were a sick as this,
As sick as when you get when you quite dope a again,
I got whatchu need the things that chu fein,
You look at me and see a mother f**ker who can't spell properly,
But I cab still kill beats like they were on my own property,
But f**k it,
What it do?,
As ill as the flu,
With nothing to prove,
Just speaking what's true,
So if you got a problem with me dude,
I'm really not in the mood so I'll quickly dis you,
Take your bitch out for some food and f**k her too,
having her wishing she could be with real maf**kas instead of being stuck with you,
So really the problem isn't me... Its you!

02/11/2016

It pains for me to see that your soul hurts,
Heart ache and stress,
The worlds most deadest curse,
And ever since birth,
I've had a thirst,
For dope rides,
And spitten a deadly verse,
Cause I'm just the illest,
Selling music to drug dealers,
And killers,
Smoking as much w**d,
As you seen in meet the millers,
My p.o., asking what I'm up too,
I just say I'm chillin,
Out to make a million,
Even if I have to be killin,
And you know tht I be willin,
So proceed to step in the egg shells that lay around me,
Lay you out in the first round,
And all you hear is my music which is astounding,
And as your depths proceed,
I be on a beach like I was Michael Townley,

02/11/2016

Click clack boom,
Listen to the bullet go zoom,
Baggin crack in the sack,
In the other room,
You call me king tuck,
Dug me out of my tumb,
Sharlumans temple,
Trying to remember the days,
When life was so simple,
F**k it ill bust yah,
Like a pimple,
Rip you up like a pit bull,
Make my life sentience triple !

01/22/2016

Came into this world not knowing what I'm gunna do,
What I am going to be,
The thug life's is all that I've seen,
Out for that money,
And it ain't funny,
Because my draughts getting hungry,
Everything to gain with nothing to loose,
Only got one thing to prove,
And that's I do what I choose,
Never knew I'd be in and out of prison,
From jail house blues,
back to wearing my thugged out trues

12/31/2015

Everyone spitting talking about loyalty,
But where does their loyalty lay,
Even you girl friend will be f**kin will be f**king other men,
when they be gettin locked away,
Hey,
It's kinda evil,
But what do you expect when you live among these people,
Don't even try to be a hero,
Cause your life can end up being zero,
And I rather have a million chances to one,
Why you think I carry a gun,
A blunt and a bottle if rum,
Lyrical father,
And yah you can be my son,
So go run and play,
While I get these ryhmes written today,
On the microphone yes I slay,
Like I slit your main juggler vain,