True Story

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bo Deal] As a youngin I was good, my momma worked 2 jobs to get us out the hood My auntie used to keep me, she was gangsta like you should And she would whip my ass every chance that she could So I rebelled, started fighting back was the only fucking key there Shit ain't never good getting beat on by a female I used to cry, go and feed my fish I used to pray, telling god I can't live like this My older cousins used to get me, showed me what the streets bout Til they let a older nigga come and knock my teeth out Damn, I ain't going started fighting back I was on my own got a pocket knife I'm striking back My momma found out and moved up north That's when I got worse, met a bunch of project boys So we started robbing niggas making project noise We was vice lords living round all them boys My daddy came around once tried to tell me I was fucking up I ain't seen your ass in 10 years homie don't fuck with us Told him to beat it like MJ I'm in deep I ain't give a fuck bout what him say I'm in the streets, me and Valentine, BFN, Whiteboy Lil One and ? roam through the hood all night boy Work reach the D i was on the team, we got it in Only niggas in the whole neighborhood that rep the field But the Spanish folks tried to take they block back That's when niggas started to drop, shots ? We was riding, ? nothing Every lick we hit we like fuck work we buying guns I ain't sell no dope, I robbed dope niggas Sat back and scope niggas later on ? niggas I caught a robbery and got probation, 90 days later shoot out, got caught with a bag Now I'm in the joint waiting to get out So I could do it better 5 star, ? Chief felt I could do whatever I'm back down got a ugly background But I gotta get paid, I got work and got down Ten bands a day, you niggas hearing me? 8 months later I'm popped, drug conspiracy Now I'm back off in a cell for pushing dope mane 8 years, decent exchange with Mr dope game Niggas saying they gone knock me off, I came home ain't a motherfucker touched this boss I'm 6"4 but I got Fos whipping, when I came home them the niggas that rode with me Now I got the whole city locked down Fuck what a nigga say A nigga to this fucking day will kill you if you in the way Let a nigga rap and write these rhymes I'm getting legal money tell they all this life of mine