JAN. 31st (my truth)

JAN. 31st (my truth)
You just hatin' 'cause I'm realer than you
My bitch badder than your bitch
And I got pictures to prove
And we so high up like we buildin' a roof
I make millions out of nothin' from just spillin' my truth

And we still grindin' like we got somethin' to prove
Even though we got nothin' to prove
Took every risk 'cause we had nothin' to lose
Makin' millions just spillin' my truth
Spillin' my truth
Spillin' my truth
Look, okay, look—crazy thing about it
I was in the can and I was still makin' deposits
And I kept it solid!
Red bone bitch tryna suck me like a Lolli
Everything I left when I was gone, I still got it
Aye boy, you dead wrong if you think I'll ever let you try me
And I'm on parole, but I'll never go without it
Never held my head down—I'm ten toes about it!
Took my time, showin' these diamonds—I know they eyein'
Say Pat like, "Bro, why is you smilin'? This ni*** wildin'"
Aye, they was tryna give me 200 years, they was tryna hide me
How you get 200 years without a body?

Momma shed too many tears
No more cryin'
Truth... truth
Spillin' my truth
Spillin' my truth
Look, they say I threw my mans out?
When you on a move, sometimes it don't go how it planned out
You wouldn't understand how
A whole lot of trials & tribulations got me this far
Rest up, 'cause your grandson made it this far
Aye, I'm just glad his last ride was the back of a Bach
He was somethin' like Cam Newton—had a whole lotta hats
The shit I put my family through, I'm just glad to be back
I been a big dog, fool
I was never a rat!
If you catch me talkin', it's facts
I put the hood on my back!
I'll put yo face on a shirt
If you put my name in your raps
The streets to the cage—I adapt
They say I changed—that's cap

If you see me hatin', that's rare
Through all of that pain, you wasn't there
You just hatin' 'cause I'm realer than you
My bitch badder than your bitch
And I got pictures to prove
And we so high up like we buildin' a roof
I make millions out of nothin' from just spillin' my truth
And we still grindin' like we got somethin' to prove
Even though we got nothin' to prove
Took every risk 'cause we had nothin' to lose
Makin' millions just spillin' my truth
Spillin' my truth
Spillin' my truth
En la canción 'JAN. 31st (my truth)' de YFN Lucci, el artista expresa su autenticidad y determinación en cada verso. Desde la seguridad en sí mismo al compararse con otros, hasta la idea de construir algo grande al estar en la cima...