A.K.A. The Truth - YBK

Uh
Yeah
Let's get it
Uh
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
Pull up on a young black kid
Gotta tell you what he did
Traveled like he contraband
That line you might not understand (Oh)
Look, Momma said you gotta be advanced
Look Ma, I'm in the shallow end
Not enough, you looking like a diamond in the rough
Broaden those shoulders, you really gotta play tough (Oh)
Cuz, little did you know, when you tryna reach your goals
Those privileged gonna snatch yo guts
All the sacrifices that she made
Will be in vain, man you leaving her in pain, that's insane
Whoa, look man I know
The kindness that she brought, boy it had to reach my soul
I'mma never let her down
Not in a sec, or 60, fuck an hour, every challenge I'll devour, miss me
I'm not done
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Okay, heard that I'll have to go ahead give it what I got
Flip the script, It don't write I, I write it
Flip the switch, I don't say when, I say which
A nigga's gotta be versatile, I'll get the finer things
I'll make it worth my while
Fruits of my labor won't go rotten, feel the sun, see the roots of where my story's begun
I won't go fucking sprinting unless I learn how to run
You won't go debunking what I'm doing for fun
I release these words like I'm at a podium
Attentions on me, those ears I'm controlling 'em
Nigga
Look, sip these verbs as I spit these words
I'mma ink on you what my mind construed
I won't tell what I'm gone do
Only action is reacting to my crowd's bold moves
Like pause
I ain't Big Ross, but I'm smooth and refined like a Maybach car
I don't puff out exhaust but I'm homegrown star
Ya heard
I'm falling out the nest like I'm a newborn bird
Cuz...
Yeah I'm gonna run it
A-list yeah I'm coming
Weaving and I'm fighting
Won't ever lose the motive
Yeah I'm gonna run it
A-list yeah I'm coming
Weaving and I'm fighting
Won't ever lose the motive
Yeah I'm gonna run it
A-list yeah I'm coming
Weaving and I'm fighting
Won't ever lose the motive
You know how we do, A.K.A.
Braaa
Let's retrack and trace the weight that's on my back
Too many mouths controlling me, get off my sack
I won't forget the main theme, to pursue my dream
I'll express these feelings, through poetry
They come at a price, unknowingly
I'm fiddling and fidgeting, moving stoicly
I only show what's on the surface, I don't stress it
I repress it and correct it and I walk as if I'm not affected
That comes at a price, and not a bargain that you can get at Price Rite
I got stamina for this dream, I can do it all night
Truth be told when I gleam, you gone lose yo eyesight (Oo)
Oh man what a time, to be alive
I'm stuck in a world to live or die
I'mma make the most of it, gotta make yo spinal itch
As I zap, zip zap, yo neural spinal bitch
Look, I'mma get mine
And l'll take my work to the finish line
Come incorrect l'll hit you with the Usain
So fast it won't process through your own brain
Yeah, lemme hit you with the MJ
I said Annie-Annie-Annie are you okay (Ah)
I know y'all watching from afar
But little did you know that line was for CPR
My rhetoric's gonna leave you breathless
Pulse horizontal
Ringing EKG
No nigga in the world could put stress on me
I am legend, not some entity
Ah Oo Ah
Yeah I'm loading up the gun
If I hit you with some melody then A.K.A. is done

Written by:
DAVID ANAYO AKANONU

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