LYRICS: 

This a true story
Swear that nothing here fake
Telling true stories got me where I am today

This a true story
Don’t you let them tell you lies
Telling true stories ‘bout my time with the guys

True, true, true, true
Everything true
I could tell you all day until my face Blue
They would still doubt it so there’s nothing I can do
But keep on hustling how I’m hustling
That’s the way I prove

I’m the type to prove a hater wrong everyday
I be making so much paper, every which way
I’m the type to have the best Steak up on the Plate
You the type to have a bunch of Snakes around your place

That must be shitty, Dawg
I’m up in your city, Dawg
None your squad around you ‘cause nobody fuckin’ with you, Dawg

You done burned your bridges, spreading lies and deceit
So, we done cut our ties with you, left you to the streets

This a true story
Swear that nothing here fake
Telling true stories got me where I am today

This a true story
Don’t you let them tell you lies
Telling true stories ‘bout my time with the guys

True, true, true, true
Everything true
I could tell you all day until my face Blue
They would still doubt it so there’s nothing I can do
But keep on hustling how I’m hustling
That’s the way I prove

Rappin’ with that special flow, that’s the way I do it
Tell me who is next to go, they must be clueless
They ain’t really spittin’ like that, they ain’t really do this
They don’t know that class in session, they don’t know they truant

I can’t help but laugh
At they dumb ass
I don’t care about them either, I would rather pass
They just get distracted
Staring at ass
I would rather redirect attention to this cash

This a true story
Swear that nothing here fake
Telling true stories got me where I am today

This a true story
Don’t you let them tell you lies
Telling true stories ‘bout my time with the guys

True, true, true, true
Everything true
I could tell you all day until my face Blue
They would still doubt it so there’s nothing I can do
But keep on hustling how I’m hustling
That’s the way I prove

CREDITS:
Written by: $ Rich Money $
Mix & Mastered by: $ Rich Money &
Produced by: Ric & Thadeus, Splited Stupid & Boyzflow

True Story - Single

True Story | Prod. Ric & Thadeus x Splited Stupid x Boyzflow

Lyrics :

You got questions, I got answers, I be jookin like a dancer, think I’m crooked but I’m handsome, I be thuggin in da mansion... 

So romantic, know semantics, I’m the Ghost who hold da cabbage, so demandin, know ya plannin, P ta be deceased lil bastard 

Stomp em out just like a roach, solja, never left my post, Foljas, what I wake up own, Wake Gang dat’s fa sho la hoe 

Maintain my lil lane don’t fold, poppin shit is all I know, mobbin down dat Holly Grove, my lil opps is prolly gone 

What happened to all dem boys, I thought that you had a clique, me I got a Gang so you lil lames can gon and succ my dicc 

Fucc wit Nicc, if you will, get ya kilt just for a bill, call me Wilt, I keep da steals, green and white, I’m poppin pills 

Offer deals, he aight, MVP I keep it trill, try ta fight my guys I keep a pipe and I’ma silence it 

MVP I keep it real, holler boy on all da hills, tried to sign wit Wyte but now I’m Mike, I’m on my Tyson shit 

My lil chicc enticin shittt, side bitch ain’t gon like da shit, I cain’t feel no pain no mo just like I took a Vicodin 

Don’t you see the ride I’m in, I’m higher den tha pilots iz, shoutout ta Tyrone, we keep some flows, they lovin my assists 

Scrubs cain’t get as high as this, thuggin on a shyer bitch, bumpin what I’m writin, I leave marks like plaque psoriasis  

She blacc, on my Siah shit, P bacc, on his flyer tip, million dollas worth uh game, I know you lames ain’t likin dis 

Yeah... Uh... That’s all I’m sayin

Q&A (Single) [2024] Prod. By Splited Stupid x Wireshark x FHA

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