True Story pt2 (EverythingK) Lyrics

I like this one Will

Go to war with any nigga. I don't got no picks

Wop said we got beef up in that north, heard JB mad bout a bitch

They send a diss but they don't never send no blitz

They not fucking with me, got my city mad about that ducky shit

Young nation call my phone and tell me that they wanna do some shit

But said I had too much going on, I had felt like that's some pussy shit

This shit crazy, that boy dissing but he used to be with us

He know how we play with the suspect, not the victim nigga

Now free that boy up out them feds so we can motherfucking split him

Stepping on these niggas bitch, still standing on that business

I lost ten everyday, that shit still be fucking with me

Riding with that 50 these niggas trying to get up with me

Trophy in my city, hold my wrist up bitch, that's more than 50

Reach for this, lose your wrist, that shit risky

Everyday I'm with them diggaz, road running trying to get rich

We put your bro up in that Swisha, 5800

I just walked in with 58 killers

The bro gone stalking, he gone pull up to your house and he gone creep

I let it talk and we gone put a nigga on mute

When we meet, I'm trying to make him meet the reaper

I'm in the coupe ride with a eater, hit his block, street sweeper

Clean his block, delete shit

ATM the big business, chop sound like ten niggas

She gave me the drop now I don't need her

Them youngs gone spin it like ballerinas

We got all these clips like Tarantino

Every pocket full of C-note, turn this head into a zero

HHP hero, in the field I'm Tim Tebow

Headshot, we gave him chemo

ATM I feel like Nino

Freedom machines, I really need it

And a demon, rhyme with a demon

These little niggas with me sleeves, bitch you know it's killer season

Free my motherfucking people