True Story

Huh, Yeah, Ayy

Where's the opps
Where's the opps

I mean who my opps
We spent the block
We spent the block
I ain't see nothing but some cops

Spiritual, spiritual
I need a miracle
The principle was for me to let it go
That's the typical

Gun shots

That's what we get all the time
I had to get my life right before I had ran out of time
I thought I had it all, had humbled myself Plenty of times
Pregnancy, loyalty, forgiveness those are all of the signs

Back it up three years I had got a girl pregnant at the age of 14
I ain't know what to do I was just there supporting
I ain't even tell my momma about the child or shorty
I was out here running wild you can call me a wild turkey

Long story short she got an abortion that did hurt me
At the same time I was thanking God cause he was blessing me
I was beating I was locked up I was bond but now I'm free
Ima praise him till I die I give you all the glory
If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be having this story
I remember my first girlfriend I think her name was tori

Every time I step foot outside you know I get saucy
I'm just flexing what God gave me please just ignore me

What's your story
What's your story
What's your story
What's your story

Yeah

I got my story
I got my story
I got my story
I got my story
I got my story
I got my story
I got my story
I got my story

What's your story
What's your story

I got my story
I got my story



Credits
Writer(s): Malachi Wilson
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