True Story

We gon' boost it right up, what up?
I'm on South Beach in Miami
I can't talk cause you might record me
Just talked to my lawyer they tried to extort me
Got blamed for a murder that made me a target
People just talking
Laid on the ground boxed in an offense tryna get em up off me
Gun started sparking
Vision getting blurry it's darker they mad but that's not important

Stick to the action
I'm strictly about action
It's either rapping or breaking a mattress
Friends they got mad at me tell em get at me
Like really what's happening
Bitch I'm a sad bitch it was a setup
Fuck all of you after me
Tryna win for the night, but the shit, it got tragic
Tell'em I'm sorry, I hate that it happened
But nigga, that coulda been me in that casket

People, they posted me, what is the problem? (Huh?)
They say I'm to blame
Let me make it, investigation
Bet they keep sayin"mo three names'
But I got a son to make it home to
You woulda did the same thing too (Yeah)
Just know where you're hidin'
When you at the top, the dead body watchin' gon' blame you (Yeah, yeah)

Come in and see, there ain't no convicted me (It ain't)
They want me to file, I gotta leave (For real)
Pressure built up, I can't breathe
Got partners who envy me, want me to bleed
But that's not an option, the gift that I got is so silent
I make the devil believe
The heavenly father watch over me
Cover my seed and pray that I die in one piece

That money made my partner switch on me, betrayed
True story, true story
I damn near lost my life that night but I'm okay
True story, true story
And you know it's you and me or me and you
True story, true story
Whatever it takes to make it to my son what I'm gon' do yeah (for real)
True story, yeah, true story

Super Bowl weekend, I'm down in Houston with Trey eating steak with J Prince and T .I
And rapping like Studios, thuggin' with Junior, I fuck with that nigga on gang, no lie
In Atlanta with Boosie, Ms. Connie, his mama was cookin' and all I can think about was life
Like nigga, I made it, at the same table as my favorite rapper, yeah bitch, I'm on fire
My partners, I love them, they turned into haters
Never forgave'em, wanna know why? 'Cause when you get jealous and fuck with the internet
It ain't no comin' back
They crossed the line, they wanted money
The love that I gave'em, it wasn't enough, they made me cry
So deep down inside, if they try to take me
I'ma stand over'em before they die

Won't tell a lie, this is the truth
Money will break a whole family down
They say I'm wrong, if I don't react
My mama gon' have to put me in the ground
But that's not an option, I promise mama that I'm gon' lay down
Come Sunday to monday or we go dumb way
Young nigga ain't no playin' around

My friends say they gon' kill me
But before I 'come a victim, I'ma kill'em
My friends say they gon' kill me
But before I 'come a victim, I'ma kill'em

That money made my partner switch on me, betrayed
True story, true story
I damn near lost my life that night but I'm okay
True story, true story
And you know it's you and me or me and you
True story, true story
Whatever it takes to make it to my son what I'm gone do ya
True story that's a true story ya