True Story

Say I don't want to trap no more, bitch I just want to rap

Hit the stu, fuck up a sac again, one day we'll get it back

I done lost the ball, I shot a brick, I can't get in the net

JB lost his broad up in this shit, he still ain't get her back

I know niggas fed so why they beefing on the internet

I know niggas starving for a plate I can't fuck up the racks

I can't trust a woman, she gone leave, so where that pussy at

I ain't mean to scare, but we gone reap for all the shit we said

Smoking backwoods everyday cause who gone heal my pain

Mama always told me son don't go against the grain

I was popping percocets to get me through the day