True Story - YFN Lucci, Kevin Gates

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

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

Pray God 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