True Stories

Mum rang me, said this guy's circling my crib (Where?)

Now I'm going crazy plus my burner's on my hip

Let me catch him, l'ma teach this little rat a lesson

You see my opp's main boss, I shot theirs in the melon

Hanging out the side, squeezing shots like it's normal

Girls don't like me, said the things I done were awful

Heard about them stabbings and them slappings I did

When it's go time, I'm the one slapping my stick

I'm the one squeezing, l'm never the driver

Slap man's wig and then snap my Lyca

I promise you ain't took as many risks that I did

I got a drop and turned the whole block to a crisis

Now I'm pissed, the homiciders saying I'm flight risk

I just wanna fly bitch and finish my licence

But they keep typing, it's doing my mind in

Now I'm back shooting and my broski's driving

Fell in love with waps from the day I squeezed it

Shoulda shot him in his face, why the fuck did I leave him?

Now I see him in the videos, comfy with opps

Hell break loose if I got the pumpy or the dots

Pellets gonna jump out his top when I ride

You can't go back, better start thinking 'bout life

I know a pagan that slipped up and died

Now his own people don't fix up and ride

You ain't raised a toy so you can't raise your voice

Ride or die bro, you know there really ain't a choice

We put in work until suttin's void

Ask the whats-it-called, the second that I'm a nine

I got killers in my circle

I got a whole pound to burn through

Them **** outside, it's time to put 'em on a curfew

You put money on my head, they gon' have to reimburse you

We bring hammers to the masjid, we brang 'em to the church too

I feel extra blessed

The phone will start blowing from I send out the SMS

We pull up like extra reps

They couldn't pull my card even if I let 'em check the debt

They get life for their set and get left for dead

Before I die for nyash, I'd rather get left on read

I used the broom but you know that I left a mess

Always presents with these cats, man think that I'm gifted (I'm blessed)

I don't answer if the call's restricted

Three for twenty's got these cats addicted (Trust me)

Look, I ain't leaving till this cat gets evicted

You know I build blocks for breakfast

I hit a spot and then I hand out testers

Watch the line start kicking like wrestlers

Watch me break down bricks, suttin' like Tetris

The shit that I been through, nobody knows (Why is that?)

So many bricks that I broke into O's

Lord knows that l've taped off so many roads

And I've actually left holes out in so many clothes

I back out my poker and watch bare man fold

And have man running like he's Usain Bolt

I'm not a firefighter but I'm still pressing these hoes

Diamond baguettes in the dial, now the Rollie is rose (Flexin')