True Stories

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[Verse 1: Booter Bee] Mum rang me, said this guy's circling my crib Now I'm going crazy plus my burner's on my hip Let me catch him, I'ma teach this little rat a lesson You see my opp's main boss, I shot theirs in the melon Hanging out the side, sending 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, I'm never the driver Slap man's wig and then snap my Lyca I promise you ain't took as many risks as 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 [Verse 2: Tiny Boost] 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, they'll say I got my nine I got killers in my circle, I got a whole pound to burn through Them niggas 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 [Verse 3: Still Brickin] Always presents with these cats, man think that I'm gifted I don't answer if the call's restricted Three for twenty's got these cats addicted 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 So many bricks that I broke into O's Lord knows that I've taped off so many roads And I've actually left holes 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