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