True Story

Don't be talking this badness
Insert my blade where you're breathing (Ahh)
When the shotgun barked in your block
It was Jigga J that done squeezed it (Bow, bow, bow)
I'll stain up anyone's gwop
I don't give a toss, I don't need a reason (I don't)
Rise that rusty mop and bang off the dots
Leave a fuckboy bleeding (Bow, bow)
Yo, fuck a quadruple stabbing, should've been a quadruple M
If I rise and tan it, I'm aiming high, tryna leave man dead (Dead up)
Or I'll splash man down bait face
I don't give a toss, I'm tapped in the head (I'm tapped)
And if I hear you protect your chest
I'll back out my shank, dip man's head
Fuck a ballistic vest (You know)
We run Haringey map
Why you lying in tracks, who you tryna impress? (Who?)
He'd still be alive right now if the fuckboy moved a bit to the left
(Ahh)
Are you taking the piss?
Gang got you and your friend
How the fuck can you flex in vids? (How?)

I'm due to be scoring goals in the pitch
Instead I'm scoring on your friends
Like this shit just don't make sense
'Cah I still see non-stop verbal from dem (Hella chatter)
Don't wanna see Joobie arm extend
Bro splashed that faggot and he's been bent (He did)
And Times 1 let off that skeng
You're lucky that Ramz ain't in the benz like the rest of these gems
(These pussies)
New pack in the air, just bill that up (Bill it)
No petty in the ped, just fill that up (Fill it)
Bro lean out the ride and drill that up (Drill it)
Now all these bad B's wan' chill with us (Bow)
One time paigons thought they could ride
But these dickheads got bagged on the glide
I find that funny 'cause all the mandem roll back like --- eyes (Haha)
I didn't mean to take the piss (Piss)
But your friend's resting in piss (He is)
The other one is in my riz
And the other one getting moved on the strip
Straight cash, that's great business
No ticks, me, I love this shit
Now we put P's to our corn in clips
So we're ready to drill these pricks (Bow)

L when I bang that, hold that steady (Hold that)
The corn come live like Insta'
The old corn come live like Peri
I've been in the trap already
Two for 15 and three for 20
And the drills I've done so deadly (Yuck, yuck)
But don't ask for my age, R Kelly
And if you ever knew my age
I'll bet you change how you think (You will)
You ask me how he got chinged
But I can't say that, put my life at risk (I can't)
And not 'cah the boys in green
For the boys in blue when they pree this whip
And if they try spin, that's it
Bro on the gas, he's letting it rip
And how could he say I don't drill?
Age sixteen, put four on the chings
Bro bro put six in the spin
We rise up mops, put two in the dings
And if you wanna chill with them
Make sure you don't run out of breath
And they never back their bro
If they buck into gang, start running instead
And right now, I can't be no runner
Not long ago I was running the pebs
And I can never run from them
If you see me on toes, I was running from feds
And if it's feds, move just like them
I'll do it in secs and hop that fence (I will)
Mum asked me how my life's a mess
She raised me better, it don't make sense
Now mum wanna talk on things
I was fifteen old with a 15 inch (Big one)
But she never knew that shit
And I had to call mum when I first got nicked (I did)
I was sitting in cells damn pissed
NFA, buss case real quick (Bussed that)
And the life I live is not lit
But I was making my way downtown, white chicks