Crenshaw & Slauson (True Story)

RAP POP ROCK LIT COUNTRY R&B NEWS HISTORY SCREEN SPORTS LAW TECH X META Genius /Beta Crenshaw and Slauson (True Story)Nipsey Hu$$le Look Relate to ya I can't if you's a fake nigga Where level 4 in the state is what your mistakes get ya Rap niggas they just wanna double date with you Twitpic and show these hoes that they affiliate with you Labels used to treatin rappers like a slave, nigga Starvin artist "just be happy with your fame nigga" Shit changed, now it's such a different game All the niggas like myself is controlling everything If you, pay attention see exactly what I mean Fucc the middleman, I said that in 2003 Was 18, White Lincoln, chrome feet Black .40 was my pillow, everynight I go to sleep Grown niggas treat me like they OG Holdin on to every word that the tiny loc speaks I had a vision nobody else could see Sold my shit to D-Mac, a little less than 10 Gs Brought my grocery bag of cash back to Blacc Sam He matched a nigga, next day we went to Sam Ash We bought a pro tools and a microphone Studio was far from plush but the lights was on Couple hunned thousand stashed at my momma's home Real estate in Atlanta but ain't nobody know Mac 11s in the safe, hidden in the floor My bro did it like nobody that I've ever known Screens on every wall with 16 camera angles Double pane bullet proof glass pushin past the haters Cuban links and rolexes 'fo the check from Epic This industry ain't got like us but they gone respect it Built the label up from money we was savin up No details til the Statue of Limitations up Couple niggas got flipped tryna play with us The demonstrations speak loud so I ain't sayin much Was a charismatic nigga, I don't play as much Cos life is real when you live it in a place like us School pictures crackin smiles, now my face is stuck Shellshocked to see how much they really hated us Couldn't keep a kind heart, get yo hatred up Streets smarts, nigga get yo information up Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs One day I'mma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz Credits roll, back to stress pounds breakin up Had to fight before we hustled and it made us tough Early 90s neighbors rooster used to wake us up Mama had a bucket and a shack but we ain't make a fuss Blue Cutlass, no license, .380 tucked 96 Caprice 'Bolt Da Fatts' was savin up They gettin packed out if niggas try fade with us Crenshaw and Slauson, True Story, Zo play the drums