True Story Lyrics

It's a true story

It's a real nigga story yea

Listen

Was nine or 10 outside yea

I'm off the porch

Older brother knee deep in streets

He keep a torch

Fresh out from doing a bid I was fascinated

My nigga back home and he right back to the paper

A couple niggas hating on em

A lot of niggas showing love

Riding with my brotha late night shit with the thugs

We was at the Thurgood Marshall before bahama beach

Three in the morning nuggas hustling staying quick on they feet

Some niggas muggin yo direction

I'm in the whip so you ain't tryna air it out but you killa so they ain't gone push you

Use to trap at the old rack daddy's off in the cliff

Keep a blue flag on the left side

You was the biggest crip

You use to re-up every Tuesday

Fresh bald fade

I'm riding with my brother I'm fresh too

Nigga life is straight

You drop me off now you on ya way to rack daddy's

Them same niggas muggin at Thurgood Tryna get at cha

Customer said he needed an ounce

Y'all bout to ride out

He already done paid the amount

You got ya guard down

Y'all hop in the whip but that nigga thinking a different route

This nigga blew my brothers brains out