BJ The Chicago Kid, Schoolboy Q - It’s True lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[BJ The Chicago Kid, Schoolboy Q - It’s True lyrics]
First Imma start with my nigga Al Mac
The first real nigga I lost
Even though he used to gang bang
Would never live to see his chain swing
But that's the Jesus piece loss
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that
Hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold
Never kill the soul
So we never had a problem with
Thinking this ever getting known
Living life like it never would happen
Shit, niggas dying like life
Really going full circle
Thought we was gonna live to see it all
Till that day that he died on
A head-on collision with a motorcycle
It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true
I met Jamico when I went to high-school
They stayed around the corner but shit
I never knew me and Kisel Ken in
The basement playing drums, making music
While she fussy yelling down the stairs
"I’m on the phone you losers!"
I remember late for school every morning
Thirsty for that mickey d's
When I know when the death of
A mother matured him very quickly
So we go fast forward school graduated
Went to college got married
They had a pretty little girl but
The world couldn't make her tardy
He died from a seizure at
Her daughter's birthday party
It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true
Blue chucks, swing Glocks
They're both in my pants
I'm a gangster I can do no wrong
Fuck with the lights on and
Say I love you baby
Cause tomorrow may not make it to me
I got a kilo and a seven series
When a crown went crack nigga
I bet the gun sale plat, oh
ATF be on that sucker shit
They hate a black nigga
With getting money's involved
Got an ounce in my draws
I just wanna live forever my nigga
Took the blue pill, crack the axillae
If Q said it then you know that shit's real
Pistol grip up on my lap all times
I used to drive a Honda with the dimes inside
Now drive by is by the lost
That kill bay base kids
So the gun is who my role model is
Live the script in the Benz
Look, I'm never half of my steppin'
I never knock with my weapon
So you'll get got in a second like
It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true
Alright man, just for a few seconds
If you got somebody that you lost
It was vital to your life
And you feel like you really got
A guardian angel right now
I mean, yes I say man, you
Mean, at the same time, yeah
Get ready 1, 2, 3, go
Somebody lost a mother, father 1, 2, 3, go
A brother, sister, cousin, best friend
1, 2, 3, go
The first real nigga I lost
Even though he used to gang bang
Would never live to see his chain swing
But that's the Jesus piece loss
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that
Hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold
Never kill the soul
So we never had a problem with
Thinking this ever getting known
Living life like it never would happen
Shit, niggas dying like life
Really going full circle
Thought we was gonna live to see it all
Till that day that he died on
A head-on collision with a motorcycle
It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true
I met Jamico when I went to high-school
They stayed around the corner but shit
I never knew me and Kisel Ken in
The basement playing drums, making music
While she fussy yelling down the stairs
"I’m on the phone you losers!"
I remember late for school every morning
Thirsty for that mickey d's
When I know when the death of
A mother matured him very quickly
So we go fast forward school graduated
Went to college got married
They had a pretty little girl but
The world couldn't make her tardy
He died from a seizure at
Her daughter's birthday party
It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true
Blue chucks, swing Glocks
They're both in my pants
I'm a gangster I can do no wrong
Fuck with the lights on and
Say I love you baby
Cause tomorrow may not make it to me
I got a kilo and a seven series
When a crown went crack nigga
I bet the gun sale plat, oh
ATF be on that sucker shit
They hate a black nigga
With getting money's involved
Got an ounce in my draws
I just wanna live forever my nigga
Took the blue pill, crack the axillae
If Q said it then you know that shit's real
Pistol grip up on my lap all times
I used to drive a Honda with the dimes inside
Now drive by is by the lost
That kill bay base kids
So the gun is who my role model is
Live the script in the Benz
Look, I'm never half of my steppin'
I never knock with my weapon
So you'll get got in a second like
It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true
Alright man, just for a few seconds
If you got somebody that you lost
It was vital to your life
And you feel like you really got
A guardian angel right now
I mean, yes I say man, you
Mean, at the same time, yeah
Get ready 1, 2, 3, go
Somebody lost a mother, father 1, 2, 3, go
A brother, sister, cousin, best friend
1, 2, 3, go