True Story

Smoking this dope gettin to the back nigga
Gat on my shit got off my ass nigga
Gotta get rich do this shit fa my dead niggas
Corrlinking my homie free P out dem feds nigga
And R. I.P Red nigga
Never speak on what you did nigga
First rap check I need 6 figures
I see this shit coming my old hoes all of em finna be bitter

Lil bitch name tata
Suck the dick all night like a baba
Going crazy on cam like this wala
Finna have a lil one callin me dada
Into designer shit like Prada
My loved ones on my mind like none stop
And where I'm from they steady letting them guns pop
A lot shit goin on but imma get to the top
Had to fight through dem struggles
Had to fight through dem storms
Everybody that know me they know that I'm strong
I had to keep going on my homies I still mourn
It feel like my heart torn prolly the reason I keep blowing

These drugs got my body feeling real fuckin empty
I'll settle down for a real one that simply
If you not loyal don't even come near me
Humble young man but don't nun even fear me

Smoking this dope gettin to the bag nigga
Gat on my shit got off my ass nigga
Gotta get rich do this shit fa my dead niggas
Corrlinking my homie free P out dem feds nigga
And R. I.P Red nigga
Never speak on what you did nigga
First rap check I need 6 figures
I see this shit coming my old hoes all of em finna be bitter

That loyalty shit go along way with the bros
Growing up we all had dreams of makin it to the pro
This pain so deep they don't even know
Seen so many of my love ones get put below
I'm grinding hard I'm grinding smart till it's my time to go
I guess everyone gone love me when I blow
Thousand things on my mind but ion never show



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Writer(s): Lashawn Lewis
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