Based On A True Story

Lyrics

Ayo, the crab fell down in my boots, I thought I a hoove Then the officer told me remove my shoes (Yo sir take that off) It's like 5 bands in my Polo Goose (I thought you never had no drugs on you) Get in my orange jumpsuit (Let's go) Police hit the crib a month ago, they got a pound With that five racks, I'm seven racks down (Who that) My plug calling now, fuck it, I ain't gon' tell him shit Next week, sticks to ya' back, walking to you to ya' crib, give me everything Took the profit, re-d up on my plug, then I bought a whip Ayo, they can't hold me down, I'm back on the strip Crack back in my Tommy boxers right by my dick The molly in the Captain Crunch, the kush under the sink (Undеr the sink) I had a hundred missed calls from my bitch You know I answеr every [?] 'cause when that money itch Performing live in Japan on a acid trip You thought you had the knowledge but it wasn't accurate (Uh) These rap niggas can't hang When I say I'm god, it's not slang Ask my mama if I did my thing, she seen the cocaine and the pounds on the kitchen top She said that's just gon' get you naught Henny for the thoughts that I'm feeling when I can't see my children The world tried turn me to a supervillain 'Cause when you black, it's like they hate you It's crazy when you got problems none of your friends relate to And the person you love don't love you (They tryna recreate you) Then one by one, you see ya' closest friends lose faith, too Doubt'll start to creep into your mind, then you can't move Lookin' in the mirror at yourself and it ain't you Then you realize only yourself can save you