TROY NōKA :
Shout out to everybody talking shit
I run this
Yaw can just walk and trip
Aerobics
Gotta make my money stretch
Grind like I never seen a meal
But my tummy stretched
Hold up
Aye my swag like I piss diamonds
I shit crystals
I spit timeless
On the road to riches
And my stacks rising
I don't burn bridges
Cause it's cash behind me
Damn
I know you mad
I'm fucking awesome
You fucking that?
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But it ain't always, always about the riches
But damn a nice frame compliments a picture
Well don't it?
I guess my status change
You ain't seen the diamonds in my fucking chain?
They say money changes real niggas to fake
But I just got mine on so you know a nigga ain't
I guess my status change
You ain't seen the diamonds in my fucking chain?
They say money changes real niggas to fake
But I just got mine on so you know a nigga ain't
Here's a little story about a boy with ambition
Seen them ballers eating shrimp, an taught himself to go fishing
Now he got his own, own something is the mission
I be spitting that uplifting shit martin luther depicted
Damn
I know they sad
I'm fucking winning
You doing bad
Shades always on like its sunny where I'm going
Haters in my rear view but it's like I never saw em
But it's like I never saw em
Damn I guess my status changed momma
I guess my status changed momma
Money changes real niggas to fake
But I just got mine on so you know a nigga ain't
I guess my status change
You ain't seen the diamonds in my fucking chain?
They say money changes real niggas to fake
But I just got mine on so you know a nigga ain't
(put your shades back on)
Truespeech get em!
TRUESPEECH:
I heard it said the dollar don’t make the man the man works for the dollar
But how much further does one stretch just to put a pinky on that piece of change
Living in a age where folks tirelessly daily focused on the material that can be bartered with a piece of green
Giving up anything in exchange for change in excess
Nothing being held back I’m speaking souls for sale to live in a hell wrapped heaven on Earth
Building castles on infertile dirt
Destined to crumble
Dollars don’t buy sense
But the wise fool said without it he was able to cop a lifetime supply of stress
Draped in doubt
It’s a mess deserving of a mass cleansing
Kids being led to believe as soon as their eyes are open to see that money makes the world go round around
You gotta have it to cop some pride or esteem
Growing up to believe that without the cream you’re nothing more than a peasant
And with it
There’s nothing that can be bought
But to invest your heart into it providing all that one needs
Sounds like a tale ending tragically
The winds of the future past & present whispered
Just like the cowrie shell, copper, silver and gold
The bank note better known as the dollar bill will eventually go