YFN Lucci, Kevin Gates - True Story lyrics

Yeah, look

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