Music Video
Mo3 - True Story (Prod. by Hood Beatz) (Jeff Adair Filmz)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MO3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Gray
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm on South Beach in Miami
I can't talk, 'cause you might record me
I talked to my lawyer, they tried to extort me
Got blamed for a murder, that made me a target
People just talkin', layin' on the ground, boxed in and a fist
Tryna get 'em up off me
Guns started sparkin', vision gettin' blurry
It's dark and they mad, but that's not important
[Verse 2]
Stick to the actin', I'm strictly bout action
It's either rappin' or breakin' a mattress
Friends, they got mad at me, tell 'em get at me
Like really, what's happenin?
Bitch, I'ma say it, it was a setup
Fuck all they at me
Tryna win for the night, but the shit done got tragic
Tell 'em I'm sorry, I hate that it happened
[Verse 3]
But ****, that could have been me in that casket
People, they trustin' me, what is the problem?
They say I'm to blame
Let me make it, investigation, bet they keep sayin' those three names
But I got a son to make it home to
You woulda did the same thing, too
Just know when you hot and when you at the top today
Better watch it, go and blame you
[Verse 4]
I'm innocent, ain't no convictin' me
They want me to fly, I gotta leave
Pressure built up, I can't breathe
Got partners who into me, want me to bleed
But that's not an option, the gift that I got is so solid
I make the Devil believe
Dear Heavenly Father, watch over me, cover my see
And pray that I die, I want peace
[Verse 5]
That money made my partner switch on me, betray
True story, true story
Hot damn, near lost my life that night, but I'm ok
True story, true story
Hey, 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
True story, true story
[Verse 6]
Superbowl weekend, I'm down in Houston with Trey
Eatin' steak with J Prez and TI
They reppin' like studios, thuggin' with Junior
I fuck with that **** on gang, no lie
In Atlanta with Boosie, Miss Connie, his mama, was cookin'
And all I can think bout was life
Like ****, I made it
At the same table as my favorite rapper, yeah, bitch, I'm on fire
[Verse 7]
My partners, I love 'em, they turned into haters
Never forgave 'em, wanna know why?
'Cause when you get jealous and fuck with the enemy
It ain't no comin' back
They cross the line, they wanted money
They 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 them 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 you down
Come Sunday to Monday, are we gon' dumb way?
Yeah, ****, ain't no playin' round
[Verse 8]
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, yeah
[Verse 9]
That money made my partner switch on me, betray
True story, true story
Hot damn, near lost my life that night, but I'm ok
True story, true story
Hey, 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
True story, that's a true story, yeah
Written by: Melvin Noble
