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hidoraah - the truth lyrics

[intro]
it’s fuse on the beat
it’s a (?) to make you want to try though
uh, right, yeah, right

[verse 1: dora]
sittin’ thinkin’ bout the last thing i’d ever did
it made me happy like my natural hair be nappy
time was hard, wish upon a star like i’m a god
many things i’d give but i’m a true one ain’t a fraud
went to rehab, people thought i was a retard
but i was hard on them xan, what y’all call bars
i can’t lie it hurt me to my heart
i seen it comin’ from the start
but i’m a self made so i didn’t ask for no help
went through the struggle cause people use that help for black mail
something i wouldn’t want myself to be listed as a cell
bad if i took them offers they couldn’t wait to tell
the media, the bloggers, the people that hang with
my rule number one, don’t put people in your business
that’s gonna remain with my hundred mil ticket
don’t eat no meat so you consider that as me bein’ picky

[verse 2: dora]
my uncle got k!lled cause some pussy nigga was hatin’ on him
they didn’t wanna see the og winnin’ they was trippin’
i miss him everyday, he was a real nigga made it out them trenches
i shed tears in my dad (?) and reminisce him

[interlude: dora]
and this come from my heart. i ain’t never did a song like this
i’m in the booth tearin’ up a little bit but i’m a champ, i shake it off and get right back at it. you dig that? i can be

[verse 3: unfunk]
ain’t no plottin’ on me now them drug (?) off my back
kickin’ shit for my city like we know karate
(?) i won’t (?) nobody
we stack up boxes in the hood, we call that illuminati
money be the topic, you talk about my city nigga
i know niggas came from nothin’, they worth 6 figures
catch a g that’s hatin’ dirty b-tch (?) in it nigga
money makes you niggas anxious can’t hustle a k!ller
bang down it though
still bang and grindin’ folk
(?) don’t even know
rap nigga lifestyle (?) i bet you (?) you niggas know
countin’ money till my hands bleed i’ma stack it up till i overdose
yeah, mama told me get that money baby
no more struggling for my family, we finally made it
tears yeah for this paper, we had to be patient
and (?) we hold in the (?)

[outro]
it’s fuse on the beat
it’s a (?) to make you want to try though
uh, right, yeah, right

- hidoraah lyrics

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