Goin' Truuu
Mike Lyrics


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We gots to get paid paid, paid
Ayy

Who want it with the kid from the motherland?
Pass daps and the spliff to my brother hand
Can't pick from the dish of another man
I be spending days sick, just wondering
’Member back then, shit, I was stuttering
Know where the bread is
Looking where the butter
Too, too grown for the other shit
I be hurting, smoking dope, stay numbing it
Want the whole
Do the most for just some of it
A lot of niggas talk shit, don't run with it
Cops skullies and bubbles when the summer end
Potbelly, in trouble with the government
Pop Henny and a double, you can summon him
Drive heavy 'cause we coming
With the luggages who, who, who knows him?
Forget his lyrics when he thinking
Lose focus who wrote this?
Better bring him out the genie bottle, hoping
Must be clinging to this teenie-tiny token
Crib, we chilling
Probably with Medhane smoking
Through the wind beside me, in
It, I be floating, i be floating

Who want it with the kid? Who want it?
Who want it with the kid? Who want it? Who?
Who want it with the kid?
Who want it with the kid?
Who want it with the kid? Uh
Who want it? Who want it with the kid?
Who want it? Who? Who? Who want it?
Who want it with the kid? Who? Who? Who?

With the blood of Jesus
Talk to you in the morning, okay?
Blessings, more blessings to all of you
I ring you guys with the blood of Jesus
Michael, I send you an offer
The blood of Jesus, no stressing




Don’t stress, my baby
It has been done already

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in the first paragraph delve into Mike's desire to make money and get paid. He expresses confidence in his abilities and challenges anyone who wants to compete with him, referring to himself as a kid from the motherland. He highlights the importance of unity among friends, passing daps (handshakes) and a spliff (joint) to his brother's hand. Mike emphasizes the need to strive for personal success rather than relying on someone else's accomplishments, stating that he can't pick from the dish of another man. Despite facing challenges and feeling lost at times, he reflects on his growth and the progress he has made.


In the second paragraph, Mike acknowledges that he is too mature for trivial matters and chooses to focus on his own well-being and fulfillment. He admits to turning to substances like smoking dope to alleviate pain and numb his emotions. He expresses his desire for success and wanting it all, even if it means doing the most for just a fraction of it. Mike criticizes those who talk big but fail to back it up, contrasting their empty boasts with his own ambition. He also mentions police presence and the trouble they can bring, hinting at the adversities faced by marginalized communities.


The third paragraph shows Mike's introspective thoughts and doubts about his own ability as an artist. He questions himself and wonders who really knows him and his music. He mentions a possible struggle in finding inspiration or focus when writing lyrics. Mike yearns for someone to unlock his creative potential, metaphorically referencing a genie bottle. He feels that his achievements may seem insignificant or negligible to some, symbolized by a "teenie-tiny token." Mike mentions his relaxed state, likely physically and mentally, while chilling in his crib with his friend Medhane and possibly smoking together. He describes a sensation of floating, which can be interpreted as a sense of freedom and detachment from the worries of the world.


The fourth paragraph takes a shift in tone and introduces a different voice or perspective. It seems to be a recording or message from someone offering blessings and positive energy to Mike and his friends. The mention of the blood of Jesus reflects a religious and spiritual context, as the person speaking wants to protect and bless them. They reassure Mike not to stress because everything has already been taken care of. The message conveys a sense of comfort and support, possibly coming from a spiritual advisor or a person offering guidance and prayers.


Line by Line Meaning

We gots to get paid paid, paid
It is essential for us to earn a significant amount of money


Who want it with the kid from the motherland?
Who is brave enough to challenge me, coming from my ancestral homeland?


Pass daps and the spliff to my brother hand
Sharing greetings and a joint with my close friend


Can't pick from the dish of another man
I cannot benefit from someone else's success or hard work


I be spending days sick, just wondering
I often spend days feeling unwell, lost in my thoughts


’Member back then, shit, I was stuttering
Remembering the past when I struggled to speak fluently


Know where the bread is Looking where the butter
I am aware of where the money is and seeking opportunities to make even more


Too, too grown for the other shit
I have matured and moved past trivial matters


I be hurting, smoking dope, stay numbing it
I am in pain, using drugs to temporarily numb the pain


Want the whole Do the most for just some of it
I desire the entirety of success but settle for only a portion of it


A lot of niggas talk shit, don't run with it
Many individuals talk negatively, but I do not associate with them


Cops skullies and bubbles when the summer end
Police officers wear hats and bulletproof vests when the summer season concludes


Potbelly, in trouble with the government
Having a protruding belly and facing issues with the authorities


Pop Henny and a double, you can summon him
Consuming alcohol, specifically Hennessey, and feeling its effects


Drive heavy 'cause we coming With the luggages who, who, who knows him?
We arrive with great force, carrying our belongings. Who recognizes our presence?


Forget his lyrics when he thinking Lose focus who wrote this?
His lyrics slip his mind when he is deep in thought. Who wrote this?


Better bring him out the genie bottle, hoping Must be clinging to this teenie-tiny token
We should bring him out of his imagination, hoping he values this small token


Crib, we chilling Probably with Medhane smoking
We relax at home, likely with Medhane, smoking marijuana


Through the wind beside me, in It, I be floating, I be floating
As I ride through the wind, I experience a feeling of weightlessness, floating in the air


Who want it with the kid? Who want it?
Who is brave enough to challenge me? Who wants to face me?


Who want it with the kid? Who want it? Who?
Who wants to challenge me? Who is daring to face me?


Who want it with the kid? Who want it with the kid?
Who is brave enough to challenge me?


Who want it with the kid? Uh
Who is daring to face me?


Who want it? Who want it with the kid?
Who is daring to face me? Who wants to challenge me?


Who want it? Who? Who? Who want it?
Who wants to challenge me? Who has the audacity to face me?


Who want it with the kid? Who? Who? Who?
Who is daring to face me? Who wants to challenge me?


With the blood of Jesus
Seeking protection and blessings through the power of Jesus's sacrifice


Talk to you in the morning, okay?
I will have a conversation with you in the morning, alright?


Blessings, more blessings to all of you
Wishing abundant blessings upon everyone


I ring you guys with the blood of Jesus
I call upon the divine protection of Jesus for you all


Michael, I send you an offer
Michael, I am extending an opportunity to you


The blood of Jesus, no stressing
Through the power of Jesus's sacrifice, there is no need to worry or be anxious


Don't stress, my baby
Do not worry or be distressed, my dear


It has been done already
The task or request has already been completed




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: MICHAEL BONEMA

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