True
Chamillionaire Feat. Pimp C Lyrics

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Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw

Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me every time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do

You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Chamillionaire's song True are a declaration of the rapper's authenticity and his loyalty to his roots and the South. He speaks about his disregard for the opinions of others who are not as "true" as he is, and he boasts about his lifestyle, some of which include driving swangas, gripping grains, and popping trunks. Chamillionaire asserts that he is surrounded by friends who are legendary rappers that he is proud to ride with, including Z-Ro and Trae, T.I.P, Mike Jones, Slim Thug, and Paul Wall.

The song's chorus, "Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true," speaks to the theme of authenticity that is prevalent in many of Chamillionaire's works. He uses different examples to emphasize this idea, such as dipping on Sunday in South Park, H-Town, Texas. Additionally, he associates his success with his roots by giving a shoutout to DJ Screw and declares that he's only in competition with himself since no one can out-rap him. Chamillionaire also talks about his label, Clover G's, and how it's advancing his music career while ensuring financial stability for him and his team.

Line by Line Meaning

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
I don't care what others say, I stay true to myself

You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
You may have a flashy car and music preference, but that doesn't matter to me

Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
Ignore what others say, focus on being the best

Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
People who are jealous of me talk behind my back

Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Others know that I am wealthy, so they want to be associated with me

I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
I am collaborating with other famous rappers

I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby
I don't need to prove my authenticity, it's obvious

They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
People say I'm the best, but I'd rather acknowledge the late DJ Screw

I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
I declare myself as the dominant rapper in the southern United States

The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I define the term 'pimp' because I don't do anything without getting paid

Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I am successful and won't tolerate anyone taking advantage of me

Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I earned one million dollars last year and plan to triple that this year

Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
Driving a fancy car doesn't mean I enjoy luxurious activities

And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
We, Lil' Flipper and Chamillionaire, are the ones making this music

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REFORMATION MUSIC INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARK BELL, PAUL BIRCHALL, TIM BULLYMENT, LEO YOUNG

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