True Story (feat. Kevin Gates)

Yeah, look Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat Always grew up hustling, gettin' money, the hood showed love to me All my young niggas sprayin', so on my side, this shit get ugly You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin', talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me Always on my dick, bruh, you don't love me Always callin' me big bruh, and you don't know me Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me I can't count this shit up, true story Uh, I used to wan' play for the Knicks Started servin' these J's nicks Off the porch to the pavement I was broke, I was takin' risks Man, I was fucked up, I hated it Uh, it was hard to get some paper work So we was always takin' shit, uh Back then Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn't much, but I had it Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I'm Michael Jackson Uh, I ain't gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I'm brackin' I ain't gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I'm crackin' Yeah, why play when we love to shoot? I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah I see that you fallin' back from me, huh, ain't no more askin' me, yeah Ain't no more cappin' me (nah), can't get no cash from me Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat Always grew up hustling, gettin' money, the hood showed love to me All my young niggas sprayin', so on my side, this shit get ugly You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin', talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me Always on my dick, bruh, you don't love me Always callin' me big bruh, and you don't know me Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me I can't count this shit up, true story (yeah) Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me, look at what love did I was betrayed, the streets had led us astray when we was just kids I been to the pen', got tough skin I run with the real, so what then? I hope he don't fold when he go up the road Send money for soap, enough, yeah And I'm on the road to riches Money attractin' these niggas and scandalous hoes, already knowin' the business Doin' the best we can, we pickin' up cans, one of the strongest members One of your partners went dig in your pockets You say you ain't got it, he throwin' a triple All in his feelings, he making these songs and disses, still I control the city Bruh, he gon' touch your soul, get rid of the coldness in it Learn to control my feelings I let it go and I got me a load delivered Got me some soldiers, makin' 'em do what I showed 'em That's how you 'posed to get it Not ashamed to say I'm afraid to get close to niggas Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat Always grew up hustling, gettin' money, the hood showed love to me All my young niggas sprayin', so on my side, this shit get ugly You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin', talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me Always on my dick, bruh, you don't love me Always callin' me big bruh, and you don't know me Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me I can't count this shit up, true story, yeah Yeah, that's that gun smoke