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