True Story Pt. II Lyrics

Picture a young black male with the world in his hands

Dreams of becoming the man want fall short of his plan

His brother like whatever lil bro just make it count

Cause bagging the ounce is cut throat Ain't no getting out

Lil man like nigga yea that's cool but I'm not tryna be me

I see you every other week with a diamonds Incrusted piece

Got Louis v on ya belt and diamonds all on ya teeth

I would rather be you

Than not be able to eat

Big bro pause for a second

Then reflected

Lil bro take yo time

Yo eye is real naked

You think I'm doing some cause I got these new pieces on

Stay in school and stack ya bread

And leave these Fukin streets alone

He punched him in his chest and kick em out he Finna bag up

He didn't know that lil brother mind was far from made up

He had a crew already that was down for the cause

So they commence to jackin niggas going for it all

They heard about this kingpin that's getting stupid cash

Heard he got a half a million tucked of in his pad

They feeling macho after Robbing nighas last weekend

Lil did they know the kingpin, love to playin defense

Lil bro ahead of the pack

He ain't looking back

The kingpin sniffed out plot

Went straight for the gatt

They busted in like Ricardo, honey I'm home

Kingpin aiming straight at they domes it's real

You motherfuckas gotta better chance of robbing god than me