True Story Lyrics

It's a true story

It's a true story

It's a true story

It's a true story

It's a true story shawty

It's supposed to be you

It's supposed to be you shawty

It's a true story

It's a true story

Way whattup boy

Supposed to be you for me

Eight Hunnid Fifteen

Flying through

Sliding through

See I got to give 'em time to get to the dance floor, you know

I got to give 'em time to turn the music up, you know

Can't rush into it

You know I like to take my time with it shorty

You know what it is

Epitome Family

Black Rabbit

I'm from the Eight One Five

This for my niggas from the Eight One Five

For my shorties from the Eight One Five, nigga

Let me tell you how it go

Uhh, it was supposed to be you for me

I roll that loud up late at night you still a muse for me

A couple niggas in my city that'll shoot for me

I ain't bragging bout it mama that shit just a true story

And all my niggas know it's true

Ask around the city know what I been through

It knocked a couple screws loose

Look at all the ways I grew

For you it ain't nothing I won't do

I'm out here making moves

I was raised round them gangstas

No jumping ship when shit got deep they held me down like an anchor

Crying tears on ya block asking the Lord why he take ya

Pour Hennessy, in ya memory, Imma go get this paper

I need twenties, fifties, hunnids

Coming in abundance

Underground king, dream of thumbing Tubmans blunted

Got the party jumping, jumping

When we come in functions

Pockets overstuffed with duckets from conjunctions

We been out here hustling

Out here screaming wa-la

Got my petal to the metal out here chasing dollars

In my environment and I am just a product

So I hope you praying for me mama

Shit, all my dues is paid up, they paid up

We was down they betrayed us, we got our weight up

Now we way up

Way, way up shawty

Pour a drank up, pour a drank up for me

Aye, it was supposed to be you for me

I roll that loud up late at night you still a muse for me

A couple niggas in my city that'll shoot for me

I ain't bragging bout it mama that shit just a true story

And all my niggas know it's true

Ask around the city know what I been through

It knocked a couple screws loose

Look at all the ways I grew

For you it ain't nothing I won't do

I'm out here making moves

I'm professor finesser

And these Midwestern lectures

The culmination of content from all of my predecessor

And just like I be having them days I wish I never met ya

I still be having all them nights I wish I never left ya

However, the bond I got for you is never severed

Till designer leathers our feathers, promise we'll flock together

Chasing after your love like it's a milestone

Trying to fuck you to some Brownstone

What you down for

Out here screaming wa-la

Got my petal to the metal out here chasing dollars

In my environment and I am just a product

So I hope you praying for me mama

Shit, all my dues is paid up, they paid up

We was down they betrayed us, we got our weight up

Now we way up

Way, way up shawty

Pour a drank up, pour a drank up for me

All my dues is paid

This for my nigga Way

Like all my dues is paid up

It's only One-Way up