True Life Story

You wouldn't believe

A lifetime death trying to grab me

No lifeline no respect for the family

Keep him out of reach

It ain't safe mama pray for me

Same niggas I love and I trust

Plotting on taking me

Scream in the booth

For the green I'mma shoot

Die from a crash

I'mma bleed in a coupe

On my wrist and my dick

I'm deeply in love with her

Hurt when I found out

My best friend fucking her

Gates wanna get paid

Or I'm running in your crib

You don't give me a deal

I'm breaking one of your ribs

Now I know the real

Nothing ever certain

When I see a mother hurting

From a brother that was murdered

Death gotta be easy

Life is stupid

It'll leave a nigga slumped

In the trunk of the Buick

Grandmother shocked

And no longer recouping

Blaming me for shit

I ain't have nothing to do with

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I kept it all street

From the block - to the cell

Bullets never stop

When they pop from the shell

Hail by the lord

Got shot never fell

Even when it seem rough

Gotta get the cream up

Face got scraped

Trying to get it cleaned up

Dead Game still lifting the team up

Anything between us gotta get machined up

I fell in love with a crime

Committed with a passion

Dealing with attraction

In and out of traffic

Tasha, open her legs and I'm fucking her

Back to the mattress spread under the comforter

When she get to squealing

Then the meat get to drilling

Then she start making faces

With her feet to the ceiling

Even though she willing

Not thinking of it really

Too eager for the feeling

It could all be a setup

Tiptoe down

I put a murder in the clip

Took a hit

The shit was kind of early in the year

Still the gun blast

Give you one to the stomach

Don't drag when you flash

It'll smother your punches

Had to take Rodney

They was getting dumb paid

They was getting all the money

We was getting dumb played

I pumped cane

And only making chump change

Hustling the white line

Traffic in the rental lane

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I kept it all street

From the block - to the cell

Bullets never stop

When they pop from the shell

Hail by the lord

Got shot never fell

Even when it seem rough

Gotta get the cream up

Face got scraped

Trying to get it cleaned up

Dead Game still lifting the team up

Anything between us gotta get machined up

It ain't nothing to squeeze

On the strength of the struggle

I put that on the...

My rib and my muscle

Let him know I got him

He flinch, I'mma touch him

A breath and a wish

Couldn't fix a concussion

One decade - one love and one life

No hatred - no pain and no strife

Father, you gave me fair warning of the streets

I'm the opposite of everything you wanted me to be

My life been a lie

Wanna know what's up with that

Mother tell me she love me

But I don't her I love her back

(They in the hood) I go and see em when I can

I got niggas in jail I go and see them when I can

Bullshit people rather heat em with the blam

I tote the type of shit that when I squeeze em

It don't jam

Under red tape I'mma 86' baby

Hear that new Gates real niggas go crazy

True life story - option to tell

I kept it all street

From the block - to the cell

Bullets never stop

When they pop from the shell

Hail by the lord

Got shot never fell

Even when it seem rough

Gotta get the cream up

Face got scraped

Trying to get it cleaned up

Dead Game still lifting the team up

Anything between us gotta get machined up