Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seeing Thru Ya, artist - K Rino. Album song Plantation Rebellion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2013
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Seeing Thru Ya |
Yeah, tryna stay real |
In a world full of fakes |
It’s a full time job |
Once again, gotta watch your close homies and your kin |
Hard to tell ‘em apart, it’s like my friends and enemies is twins |
Messin' with some of y’all is a gamble like going raw |
Talkin' to these boys is like talkin' to the law |
Now it could be your main chick, the patna that you stay with |
Your baby mama, baby daddy, person that you lay with |
Too much drama complicates it, that’s why I keep it basic |
And never let these two faced haters inside my matrix |
Before it all and after, I’m peepin' all the factors |
Planting knives inside the ground while I was bending over backwards |
Plotting' to block doors, mad ‘cause you got more |
Soon as you put them on they feet, they knock you off yours |
Warning signs got ignored, shoulda listened to my old man |
Gotta learn to play your cards right and never show your whole hand |
One day you on some dirty sh*t, the next day ya clean |
But I can see what’s inside you like a x-ray machine |
‘cause I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya |
It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya |
The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya |
Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya |
I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya |
It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya |
The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya |
Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya |
They be plottin' to get what you got before you get it |
You say somebody broke into your ride, you know who did it |
The same person you was braggin' to when you first bought it |
The same cat that hated on your dream before you thought it |
I’m knowing these clowns lame, they wanna hold you down, mane |
I see seven pounds of hate in you, I got ultrasound game |
And every time you try to spit it, I’ma just let my flames kill it |
You can’t cook reality and BS in the same skillet |
I’ma toss ya ‘cause playin' with my paper — that might cost ya |
Boys’ll rather pay to get you high than buy a CD off ya |
You talkin' like you bossin', ain’t nobody scared to cross ya |
I’m running through these songs hard as suckas like I was Foster, yeah |
You touch the sky, now you done got fly |
When you needed me for help, you looked like you was ‘bout to cry |
Once I see ‘em I delete ‘em, I kill ‘em, gut ‘em and bleed ‘em |
Long handled spoons I don’t need ‘em (Why?) ‘cause I ain’t tryna feed ‘em |
‘cause I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya |
It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya |
The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya |
Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya |
I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya |
It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya |
The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya |
Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya |
If you call and then I’m not answering, wait, don’t wonder |
If I don’t hit you after five times, erase my number |
That means I shouldn’ta gave it to you out the gate, it’s too late |
I didn’t know but then I found out you was fake so I’m straight |
Now before I let ya eat with me, I’ma need to see a fee |
Y’all be chasing me around just like a bootleg TMZ |
Now you all up on my style, you steal it conveniently |
You better practice being you ‘cause it ain’t pretty being me |
You run your mouth like air conditions in the heat |
When you talk it’s like hustlin', you put your business in the streets |
You start cappin' out the damn clear blue |
You told the same lie so much that’s it’s damn near true |
Plus you jammin' boys up in these streets and cats is out to do ya |
You done sent mo' dudes to prison than a prosecutor |
No words for these stuntin' clowns, I ain’t wrong to say |
If you ever call me, I’ma have to throw my phone away |
‘cause I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya |
It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya |
The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya |
Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya |
I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya |
It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya |
The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya |
Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya |