The True Meaning Lyrics
| Song | The True Meaning |
| Artist | Cormega |
| Album | The True Meaning |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McKay | |
| (Girls singing chorus X2) | |
| Out there, (out there, out there) | |
| In the street you know, (in the street you know) | |
| I'm strugglin', (strugglin') | |
| Trying to survive... (Verse 1) | |
| People feeling my pain, a mental bond shared | |
| Been through so many struggles only to persevere | |
| Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near | |
| That's when that money doubled, then we purchased gear | |
| Now was it worth my trouble? | |
| It was my first career | |
| The only life | |
| I knew, there's no regrets or fears | |
| Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear | |
| For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs | |
| I met men in penitentiaries | |
| Who been down so long they barely miss the street | |
| If you real hold your own son, lay your law | |
| My inner visions are revealed so | |
| I say no more | |
| My man said it ain't a game so | |
| I play no more | |
| Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law | |
| Fuck that, | |
| If you touch crack save up, your story | |
| Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories | |
| Keep the way my pen speaks words my mouth envy | |
| I'm hoping holy water could cleanse me | |
| D's wanted to apprehend me | |
| If I affected your life in any way trife | |
| When I was doing crime forgive me (Chorus X2) (Verse 2) | |
| Exquisitely | |
| I write Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life | |
| When all else fails some people seek | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe | |
| And be back inside the same cell they left | |
| It's sort of like hell or death | |
| Except we still here breathin' in the flesh receiving respect | |
| Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society | |
| Solutions are real, problems are in varieties | |
| I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid | |
| My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave | |
| Mega, thug for ever | |
| My departure from drugs could never | |
| Sever what | |
| I learned, or respect | |
| I earned Yo my status alone surpasses your own | |
| Known for blastin' my chrome | |
| And have on my own | |
| Niggas fradulent, | |
| I wish there was a law against | |
| The sort of shit these rappers talk and never even thought exist | |
| When I was young | |
| I used to, huslte for | |
| Jordan kicks | |
| As I matured | |
| I did it for a brick | |
| Be cautionious the price is up and down like the | |
| New York Knicks | |
| I got O.G. respect and a new four fifth, cus... (Chorus X3) |
| zuo qu : McKay | |
| Girls singing chorus X2 | |
| Out there, out there, out there | |
| In the street you know, in the street you know | |
| I' m strugglin', strugglin' | |
| Trying to survive... Verse 1 | |
| People feeling my pain, a mental bond shared | |
| Been through so many struggles only to persevere | |
| Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near | |
| That' s when that money doubled, then we purchased gear | |
| Now was it worth my trouble? | |
| It was my first career | |
| The only life | |
| I knew, there' s no regrets or fears | |
| Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear | |
| For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs | |
| I met men in penitentiaries | |
| Who been down so long they barely miss the street | |
| If you real hold your own son, lay your law | |
| My inner visions are revealed so | |
| I say no more | |
| My man said it ain' t a game so | |
| I play no more | |
| Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law | |
| Fuck that, | |
| If you touch crack save up, your story | |
| Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories | |
| Keep the way my pen speaks words my mouth envy | |
| I' m hoping holy water could cleanse me | |
| D' s wanted to apprehend me | |
| If I affected your life in any way trife | |
| When I was doing crime forgive me Chorus X2 Verse 2 | |
| Exquisitely | |
| I write Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life | |
| When all else fails some people seek | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe | |
| And be back inside the same cell they left | |
| It' s sort of like hell or death | |
| Except we still here breathin' in the flesh receiving respect | |
| Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society | |
| Solutions are real, problems are in varieties | |
| I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid | |
| My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave | |
| Mega, thug for ever | |
| My departure from drugs could never | |
| Sever what | |
| I learned, or respect | |
| I earned Yo my status alone surpasses your own | |
| Known for blastin' my chrome | |
| And have on my own | |
| Niggas fradulent, | |
| I wish there was a law against | |
| The sort of shit these rappers talk and never even thought exist | |
| When I was young | |
| I used to, huslte for | |
| Jordan kicks | |
| As I matured | |
| I did it for a brick | |
| Be cautionious the price is up and down like the | |
| New York Knicks | |
| I got O. G. respect and a new four fifth, cus... Chorus X3 |
| zuò qǔ : McKay | |
| Girls singing chorus X2 | |
| Out there, out there, out there | |
| In the street you know, in the street you know | |
| I' m strugglin', strugglin' | |
| Trying to survive... Verse 1 | |
| People feeling my pain, a mental bond shared | |
| Been through so many struggles only to persevere | |
| Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near | |
| That' s when that money doubled, then we purchased gear | |
| Now was it worth my trouble? | |
| It was my first career | |
| The only life | |
| I knew, there' s no regrets or fears | |
| Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear | |
| For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs | |
| I met men in penitentiaries | |
| Who been down so long they barely miss the street | |
| If you real hold your own son, lay your law | |
| My inner visions are revealed so | |
| I say no more | |
| My man said it ain' t a game so | |
| I play no more | |
| Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law | |
| Fuck that, | |
| If you touch crack save up, your story | |
| Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories | |
| Keep the way my pen speaks words my mouth envy | |
| I' m hoping holy water could cleanse me | |
| D' s wanted to apprehend me | |
| If I affected your life in any way trife | |
| When I was doing crime forgive me Chorus X2 Verse 2 | |
| Exquisitely | |
| I write Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life | |
| When all else fails some people seek | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe | |
| And be back inside the same cell they left | |
| It' s sort of like hell or death | |
| Except we still here breathin' in the flesh receiving respect | |
| Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society | |
| Solutions are real, problems are in varieties | |
| I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid | |
| My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave | |
| Mega, thug for ever | |
| My departure from drugs could never | |
| Sever what | |
| I learned, or respect | |
| I earned Yo my status alone surpasses your own | |
| Known for blastin' my chrome | |
| And have on my own | |
| Niggas fradulent, | |
| I wish there was a law against | |
| The sort of shit these rappers talk and never even thought exist | |
| When I was young | |
| I used to, huslte for | |
| Jordan kicks | |
| As I matured | |
| I did it for a brick | |
| Be cautionious the price is up and down like the | |
| New York Knicks | |
| I got O. G. respect and a new four fifth, cus... Chorus X3 |
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