Truth Of The City chords by Visual
Verse 1
Em
Let it be known,
F
I lay low I don't need no spotlight, I still glow
F#m
I will get mine, and that's for sure
F
All you punk motherfuckers
do things for show
Attention hoes,
Am
Em
F
y 'all just wanna be seen
Me? I'm visual, shit, I see
F#m
Y 'all little bitches makin'
funny -ass moves
F
Y 'all little bitches sayin'
shit that ain't true
Am
Em
The people don't want that,
they want the real
F
When you lame step up,
F#m
the people do not feel you at all
You a sucker, such a shame
F
You get no respect, bitch, you out the game
Am
I, I'm in them trenches,
Em
the places y 'all mention
F
My music's experience, yours is invented I'm all authentic,
F#m
genuine essence
F
Integrity, respect,
the truth is my message
Am
You the king, you the prince,
Em
I'm the truth of the city
E
F
You a thug, you the one,
I'm the truth of the city
You ain't shit, you a bitch,
F#m
I'm the truth of the city
F
I'm the truth of the city,
I'm the truth of the city
Am
You the king, you the prince,
Em
I'm the truth of the city
F
You a thug, you the one,
I'm the truth of the city
You ain't shit, you a bitch,
D
F#m
I'm the truth of the city
F
I'm the truth of the city,
I'm the truth of the city
Am
Let's see, I soak no crack
Em
and I hold no gag
F
And I will not shoot, but I will strike back
I'm a hustler for real,
F#m
Joe, I'm hand to hand
F
I pump the blood of the people,
homie, y 'all just rap
Em
I motivate the youth and
give power to truth
Am
F
Thought I came from the bottom,
can't forget my roots
F#m
I work hard everyday,
y 'all can't fit my boots
D
F
Hustlers, watch me move,
cause I inspire the loot
Am
Em
See my music's unique,
F
cause my music is mean
I don't bullshit people,
so they lovin' me
F#m
See, I don't give a fuck
about your things and bling
F
Cause to me, my heart,
brain, and balls bling
Now the thing's what you mean
Am
Em
if you can't be free
E
F
It's like a cell when you tell when you
L -I -E
If it ain't real,
F#m
they don't feel what it is you speak
F
I suggest you change that up before your
D .I .E.
Am
You the king, you the prince,
Em
I'm the truth of the city.
E
Em
E
F
You a thug, you the one,
I'm the truth of the city.
I work hard, I hustle,
D
F#m
I'm the truth of the city.
F
I'm the truth of the city,
I'm the truth of the city.
Am
You the king, you the prince,
Em
I'm the truth of the city.
C
F
You a thug, you the one,
I'm the truth of the city.
I work hard, I hustle,
F#m
I'm the truth of the city.
D
F
I'm the truth of the city,
I'm the truth of the city.
Am
Shit, y 'all trippin',
Em
I hear y 'all bitchin'
F
Cause y 'all don't wanna
work and y hate competition
Y 'all camouflage those facts
D
F#m
with words like hate
Bb#
Look, get the fuck outta here,
F
man, you lame's a face
Em
Y want a ticket and a show
F
but can't pay your way
You love the sun and the sky
but can't stand the rain
F#m
It's the truth in your face
and you hate the taste
D
F
It's visual, homie,
I came to state my claim
Man, I see y 'all lyin',
Em
claimin' you're street
Am
F
And I see y tryin', claimin' it's beef
F#m
And I think you're trippin',
thinkin' you're kings
D
F
And the prince, shit,
that's how I'm gonna be
See, the truth reaches people
Am
Em
and does the world good
E
F
And kings just ruin,
most are never understood
F#m
I do this for my family an d the kids,
cause I should
F
While snakes bring you bullshit,
the truth's where I stood
Am
You're the king, you're the prince,
Em
E
I'm the truth of the city
Em
F
You're the love, you're the one,
I'm the truth of the city
I'm what they're all lookin' for,
D
F#m
I'm the truth of the city
F
I'm the truth of the city,
I'm the truth of the city
You a king, you a prince,
Am
Em
E
I'm the truth of the city
Em
E
F
You a thug, you the one,
I'm the truth of the city
I'm what they're all lookin' for
F#m
I'm the truth of the city,
F
I'm the truth of the city
I'm the truth of the city
Am
E
Yeah, bitch, I'm a man
I'm the right here,
you know what sayin'?
F
It's how I get down, man
Right here for the people
We doin' it like this, man
F#m
F
Panic, moment, that's how we do it, man
I listen close, though, man
Y 'all gotta just listen to my hit
Do you think this shit the right way,
man?
Motherfuckers be claimin' shit,
F
but it's not true
That's what I'm sayin',
fuck all that hate shit
I can't stop it, can't stop it
I'm you'll get it
Truth Of The City
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