Trnth - Intro (Zeus)

You could be Zeus
You could be proof
You could be popping the wheelys in philly
With dreams for the milli but how do you move
You could be Zeus
You could be proof
You could be lit level 50
And dripping in fendi
But losers all hang like a noose boy you could be
King you could be top
You could be the back up plan you thought
You could be the same old thing that stopped
You could be the motherfucker raining in guap
Boy You could be you could be what's in my eulogy
Rocking the Louie v shining in rocks
You could be you could be only just fooling me
Fuck all the truancy I need the mop
Pull up like I'm Batman smack y'all clowns
You could get the fat stack for your town
You could get up off your ass get down
Pull up like a king bitch get that crown
Boy You could be this you could be that
You could be shining rocking the RAF
I am not lying get to the bag
You could be dying what do you have
Think about family trees
Adam and Eve
What did you leave 'em to breathe
Talk bout ya team
Talk bout the riders
Talk bout the people who sitting beside ya
Who at your funeral which ones are crying
Drawing your mural which ones are trying
I could go on I do not mind it
Stuck in my cubicle bitch I'm A Titan
You could be Zeus
You could be proof
You could be popping the wheelys in philly
With dreams for the milli but how do you move
You could be Zeus
You could be proof
You could be lit level 50
And dripping in fendi
But losers all hang like a noose boy you could be
Telling you dummy's to stop
I just came in with the Guap
Flossy baller with a watch damn
Why they hating on my rocks
It's the suburbans lil bitch
Word to my person oh shit
Ima show em how to grind facts
But they fronting different versions
How ironic
How them other talkers
Still sitting round with them clowns
Same people in the same city is it still funny how I'm drowned huh
Drowning in ice oh shit
Flow like the titanic ah bitch
Why they gotta trip and panic
Fuck around and get up outta here
I'm just tryna get the Cartier
Fuck around and bring the party here
Chicki's wilding got it on in here
I get dollars I want all the smoke
How they hating now they call me pro
How'd I make it to the pot of gold
Now these rookies tryna flex
What you talking get up outta here
You could be Zeus
You could be proof
You could be popping the wheelys in philly
With dreams for the milli but how do you move
You could be Zeus
You could be proof
You could be lit level 50
And dripping in fendi
But losers all hang like a noose boy you could be

Written by:
Gabriel Gutierrez

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