True
Wind and Walls 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 to Wind and Wall's song "True" are an assertion of the artist's authenticity and roots in the South. The opening lines suggest disregard for the materialistic displays of wealth by others, stating that they are "true" in spite of it. The lyrics also reference various local landmarks and neighborhoods, paying homage to the community and culture of the South, particularly Houston, Texas. The references to rappers such as T.I.P., Z-Ro, and Trae align the artist with the local hip hop scene, while also positioning him as an independent artist with his own label, Clover G's.


Throughout the song, the artist uses colloquialisms and slang commonly associated with Southern hip hop, such as "gripping grain," "popping trunk," and "homie." The chorus repeats the phrase "I'm true," emphasizing the importance of authenticity and staying true to oneself in a genre that often prioritizes image.


Overall, "True" can be seen as a celebration of Southern culture and a rejection of materialism in favor of authenticity and community.


Line by Line Meaning

Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
I ignore what others talk about and remain true to myself


You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
I also ride a swang and grip on grain


You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
You're showcasing your candy-colored car and grooving to DJ Screw's music


Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true
I don't know about you, but I'm always true to myself


Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
Ignore what others are saying; we'll take care of our competition


In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
We're having fun on Sundays in South Park on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd


From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
We're coming from Antoine street to Homestead


From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
All is good from Mo City to Studewood


I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
I'm in a platinum grey car riding with Z-Ro and Trae


Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
I'm going to put the convertible top down as it's a beautiful day


Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
Haters are jealous of our success and talking about us from the sidelines


'Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
They're jealous because I'm with T.I.P., the king of the South


Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
They know I'm prosperous, so they're tracking my money


Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
Poppy, Joe, Fox, and I are all driving Impalas


I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
I'm having food with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug, the boss


It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
It is still me, Paul Wall, representing Swishahouse


I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm with my friend Big Kaila, I don't hold back against haters


I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
I'm focused on making money and will talk to you later


Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I don't care about what people say; I'm focused on my wealth


I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby
I don't need to say that I'm true to myself because my actions speak for themselves


They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
When people say I'm the best, I ask them who, and they say me


If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
If she's attractive, tell her I'm good, and she'll agree


Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Increase the music volume if you want, our rims change colors


Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
When I stop, they sound like a train saying choo-choo-choo


And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
I'm also a gangster, and my firearm resembles Al Bundy's hand


Believe me every time you see me, it's gon be in her pants
Whenever you see me, a girl will be next to me


If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
If I commit a felony and you confess, my firearm will also implicate you


'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
It will implicate you if the cops investigate the crime


Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
Revive this mic, after it has melted, through mouth-to-mouth resuscitation


'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
The only person who can challenge me musically is myself


I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
I hope imposters online, who claim that I'm not good, read this


Have cyber sex with Cita until you catch a virus
Have a sexually explicit chat with Cita until you contract a computer virus


Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
Why am I saying this? To anger my competition


I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
I'm announcing myself as the official rap King of the South


The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
When people say I'm the best, I ask who, and they say me


And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
I disagree and prefer to grant the title of the greatest to DJ Screw who has passed away


The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I define the pimp: I won't do anything without compensation


I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
I own my label now, if you didn't know it's called Clover G's


Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Will and I are chasing money and arrive in shiny chrome wheels


Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Your royalty check is too small; it's like my monthly phone bill


Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
I'm quick to take photos, and the paparazzi follow me often


Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I'm a platinum artist, but I'll still slap someone who smokes all my marijuana


I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
I love to drive fast on 20-inch wheels and impress ladies, who come home with me


Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
Betraying people are scowling at me; they don't want me to use my firearm


We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
We're opening our car trunks and smoking marijuana of high quality


Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I made one million dollars last year, and am going to earn three million dollars this year


I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
I deliver heat on every song; each verse is worth five thousand dollars


Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
Just because I own a Porsche car doesn't mean I enjoy the spa


That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I own the car doesn't mean I cherish it; I'm ready to punch someone


Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
Just because I burn rubber while driving doesn't mean I enjoy the smell of pavement


We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
We're famous in every state and represent our ghetto origins like Pimp and Bun B did


And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
In case you weren't aware, we're Lil' Flip and Chamill'




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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rea eed

Man this is amazing.
I like how you approach science in a more fun way without trying too hard and make it seem cringy.
Good job man

Lukas Brüderlin

indeed fun – but the actual explanations are missing this video

rea eed

@Lukas Brüderlin if you are going for a full scientific explanation, i guess this isn't the right place.
However, if you were going for a general understanding and not interested in the details, then his videos are good for that

MidgetMan 420

@rea eed This is more of demonstrator than educational piece

mia bettano

" HAVE LITTLE PATIENCE
FOR SCIENTISTS WHO TAKE
A BOARD OF WOOD. LOOK
FOR ITS THINNEST PART.
AND DRILL A GREAT
NUMBER OF HOLES WHEN
THE DRILLING IS EASY."
- ALBERT EINSTEIN, 1941

rea eed

@mia bettano sorry but I don't get it

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courag1

The granite on your counter is constructed not as thick as you think, unless you have ordered it custom. The top is likely no more than 3/4” but the bulldozing on the edge gives the appearance that it is thicker. The tops is reinforced with usually 3/4” plywood to protect the granite from cracking.

Kt kT

Bull nosing

Classified Veteran

​@Kt kT I was going to say, a bulldozer doesn't sound like the right tool for the job.
Now, I'm off to Wikipedia, to read up on bull nosing, whatever that is.

Kt kT

@Classified Veteran Your comment was, as they say, "On the Nose" in meaning. Just a trade term about stairs.

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