True Story
(Lil Chris Productionz)
(Aw, we finna make some magic)
(Gotta talk, tell 'em what's going on)
(Shit hard out here)
(This shit get gangsta)
(You ain't gotta listen I'm just telling you, this shit real)
Grew up around guns and drugs, that shit ain't strange
Grew up I was showing love, that shit there changed
Never knew who Gway was, he full of pain
Still got love for all my blood, I'm still Luwayne
Posted with 100 sluggs, I'm still in danger
Rolling with 100 thugs, my gangbangers
I'll never change naw, I'm still the same
40 Shoot long range dawg, I still got aim
Posted with alotta Gwoppas
Pistols and alotta choppers
Run up in here if you wanna
You gone need alotta doctors
I'll never fold or tangle
I might need alotta hangers
I know I'ma thug forever, I don't care 'bout being gangsta
Doing shit the way I want, and they giving up
I don't give a damn who don't, but I'm getting up
Blessed beyond the shit I seen, I don't get no luck
I done gave alotta things, but I don't give no fuck
Paper chase I get the baggage
Up and at it, no relaxing
Catch me in the hood with Jackson
Kash Yo, he be 2-door smashin'
556 It ain't no plastic
Glock might switch its automatic
I'ma dump before I panic
Up the score and cause some damage
Leave a legacy I planned it
Gwoppin', they don't understand it
Chase the paper not the binder
Lil Zay that was my reminder
Gwoppin', but I stayed without it
Went thru shit and prayed about it
Speak on Zay I bet you meet 'em, Ma know I don't play about it
223s and Ks we out it
Big 4 0 might spray the Audi
Remember hooping days with Tally
Now I'm chasing trips to Cali
Dripped 'em up he like the Bally
Tryna tap and go on tour like Kyle Lowry, shit like magic
Started this hit from a palette
Run up let 'em have it shit get tragic, won't know how it feel
Fully automatic at yo daddy, baby he wasn't real
Ain't no sellout I'ma be the speaker, let's talk 'bout a deal
I done fell out with alotta people, but I'm still with the steel
Let 'em know we never lied
Bet not go and never hide
I can't fold or switch my side
Same poles just switch the ride
Glocks, 9s, Dracs, and 40s, blessed if you live thru yo 40s
Ain't no cappin' when I'm talking, everything a True Story
Ain't no cappin' when I'm talking, everything a True Story
(Aw, we finna make some magic)
(Gotta talk, tell 'em what's going on)
(Shit hard out here)
(This shit get gangsta)
(You ain't gotta listen I'm just telling you, this shit real)
Grew up around guns and drugs, that shit ain't strange
Grew up I was showing love, that shit there changed
Never knew who Gway was, he full of pain
Still got love for all my blood, I'm still Luwayne
Posted with 100 sluggs, I'm still in danger
Rolling with 100 thugs, my gangbangers
I'll never change naw, I'm still the same
40 Shoot long range dawg, I still got aim
Posted with alotta Gwoppas
Pistols and alotta choppers
Run up in here if you wanna
You gone need alotta doctors
I'll never fold or tangle
I might need alotta hangers
I know I'ma thug forever, I don't care 'bout being gangsta
Doing shit the way I want, and they giving up
I don't give a damn who don't, but I'm getting up
Blessed beyond the shit I seen, I don't get no luck
I done gave alotta things, but I don't give no fuck
Paper chase I get the baggage
Up and at it, no relaxing
Catch me in the hood with Jackson
Kash Yo, he be 2-door smashin'
556 It ain't no plastic
Glock might switch its automatic
I'ma dump before I panic
Up the score and cause some damage
Leave a legacy I planned it
Gwoppin', they don't understand it
Chase the paper not the binder
Lil Zay that was my reminder
Gwoppin', but I stayed without it
Went thru shit and prayed about it
Speak on Zay I bet you meet 'em, Ma know I don't play about it
223s and Ks we out it
Big 4 0 might spray the Audi
Remember hooping days with Tally
Now I'm chasing trips to Cali
Dripped 'em up he like the Bally
Tryna tap and go on tour like Kyle Lowry, shit like magic
Started this hit from a palette
Run up let 'em have it shit get tragic, won't know how it feel
Fully automatic at yo daddy, baby he wasn't real
Ain't no sellout I'ma be the speaker, let's talk 'bout a deal
I done fell out with alotta people, but I'm still with the steel
Let 'em know we never lied
Bet not go and never hide
I can't fold or switch my side
Same poles just switch the ride
Glocks, 9s, Dracs, and 40s, blessed if you live thru yo 40s
Ain't no cappin' when I'm talking, everything a True Story
Ain't no cappin' when I'm talking, everything a True Story
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Writer(s): Derrick Robinson
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