True Story
Five
Five
Five
Breathe
True Story
Its crazy how you had to leave on halloween
The thirty first
You ain't even see the first
Damn it hurts seeing you in that hearse filled up with all that dirt
Haven't shot this in a long time
Bow make sure that bitch still works
Look at em in the g's true story
Look at em in the g's in a stoley
Old head tryna spit game with a forty in his hand
Young nigga tryna spin this bitch like celling fan
He out the window with a extendo true story
I was only child aint have no big bro true story
Since a child i knew i was gonna be big bro
And you know i do this shit for my dead uncle
I remember i remember tryna be like you
Knew i would be great when they named michael
Feel like i'm in cell how was thinking about you
Its crazy how you had to leave on halloween
The thirty first
You aint even see the first
Damn it hurts seeing you in that hearse filled up with all that dirt
Haven't shot this in a long time
Bow make sure that bitch still works
Look at em in the g's true story
Look at em in the g's in a stoley
Old head tryna spit game with a forty in his hand
Young nigga tryna spin this bitch like celling fan
He out the window with a extendo true story
I was only child aint have no big bro true story
Since a child i knew i was gonna be big bro
And you know i do this shit for my dead uncle
I remember i remember tryna be like you
Knew i would be great when they named michael
Feel like i'm in cell how was thinking about you
Five
Five
Breathe
True Story
Its crazy how you had to leave on halloween
The thirty first
You ain't even see the first
Damn it hurts seeing you in that hearse filled up with all that dirt
Haven't shot this in a long time
Bow make sure that bitch still works
Look at em in the g's true story
Look at em in the g's in a stoley
Old head tryna spit game with a forty in his hand
Young nigga tryna spin this bitch like celling fan
He out the window with a extendo true story
I was only child aint have no big bro true story
Since a child i knew i was gonna be big bro
And you know i do this shit for my dead uncle
I remember i remember tryna be like you
Knew i would be great when they named michael
Feel like i'm in cell how was thinking about you
Its crazy how you had to leave on halloween
The thirty first
You aint even see the first
Damn it hurts seeing you in that hearse filled up with all that dirt
Haven't shot this in a long time
Bow make sure that bitch still works
Look at em in the g's true story
Look at em in the g's in a stoley
Old head tryna spit game with a forty in his hand
Young nigga tryna spin this bitch like celling fan
He out the window with a extendo true story
I was only child aint have no big bro true story
Since a child i knew i was gonna be big bro
And you know i do this shit for my dead uncle
I remember i remember tryna be like you
Knew i would be great when they named michael
Feel like i'm in cell how was thinking about you
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Writer(s): Jamarion Simpson
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