True Story (Special Edition Bonus Track)

(album: HIStory - 2019)

[YFN Lucci:]
Yeah, look

[YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates:]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, getting money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas spraying, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lying, talking 'bout you gon' thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don't love me
Always calling me big bruh, and you don't know me
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
I can't count this shit up, true story

[YFN Lucci:]
Uh, I used to wan' play for the Knicks
Started serving these J's nicks
Off the porch to the pavement
I was broke, I was taking risks
Man, I was fucked up, I hated it
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
So we was always taking shit, uh
Back then
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn't much, but I had it
Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I'm Michael Jackson
Uh, I ain't gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I'm bracking
I ain't gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I'm cracking
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah
I see that you falling back from me, huh, ain't no more asking me, yeah
Ain't no more capping me (Nah), can't get no cash from me

[YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates:]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, getting money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas spraying, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lying, talking 'bout you gon' thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don't love me
Always calling me big bruh, and you don't know me
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
I can't count this shit up, true story

[Kevin Gates:]
Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me, look at what love did
I was betrayed, the streets had led us astray when we was just kids
I been to the pen', got tough skin
I run with the real, so what then?
I hope he don't fold when he go up the road
Send money for soap, enough, yeah
And I'm on the road to riches
Money attracting these niggas and scandalous hoes, already knowing the business
Doing the best we can, we picking up cans, one of the strongest members
One of your partners went dig in your pockets, you say you ain't got it, he throwing a triple
All in his feelings, he making these songs and disses, still I control the city
Bruh, he gon' touch your soul, get rid of the coldness in it
Learn to control my feelings
I let it go and I got me a load delivered
Got me some soldiers, making 'em do what I showed 'em
That's how you 'posed to get it
Not ashamed to say I'm afraid to get close to niggas

[YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates:]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, getting money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas spraying, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lying, talking 'bout you gon' thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don't love me
Always calling me big bruh, and you don't know me
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
I can't count this shit up, true story