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True Story
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Teejayx6
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Helluva made this beat, baby Swipin' in and out of banks, gettin' iPhones, that's a true?story They?sayin' I'm lyin'?but it's two sides of the?story You walked up to the Bitcoin and only put in twenty Tryna get a zip to smoke, you only put in twenty Stop sittin' on your a**, I'm tryna put you in position Got a lil' wave goin' on but I'ma on pushin' I'm scared to go on WalMart 'cause the people keep lookin' I got a e-mail in my bio, the people keep bookin' I just left from off the shoulder, people was starstruck Stole this white b*t*h, credit card, she work at Starbucks N***a, how you tryna beef with me? You work at Arby's Shot at two n***as, then I left from out the party We at a hotel room, she tryna throw a party Just broke a b*t*h heart, then I text her, sayin', "I'm sorry" Took a pregnant b*t*h money, I know that she salty Stole some gift cards and I know they just saw me What the f**k is that sound? It sound like the beat shakin' Took a n***a life, then I sent him down to Satan I cannot feel her booty, man, this sh*t feel flat Tried to run off, all you heard was, "Click, clack, boom" On my way back from the road, I'll be there soon Made so much money out the stores, luckily, I'm smooth Made so many lil' n***as run, luckily, they breathin' I just smoke like seven pounds, luckily, I'm breathin' Hit a n***a with cold bullets, he got brain freeze I had a million dollars before I turned eighteen Watch, I had ten million when I turned nineteen Watch, you still gon' be broke when you turn twenty I still go back and do my business in the trenches Pulled my gun out and that n***a started flinchin' I just sold some weed to a young-a** freshman I'm on a business call with a rich-a** executive You ain't got these, lil' n***a, these exclusive You ain't ever had to get a job, you was spoon-fed I don't think that them the real Gucci sneakers, them the bootlegs I just scammed a n***a with some bootleg CDs I don't think my cousin like weed, he a crackhead I ain't usin' no cash, I got a card while I'm in Saks Fifth Keep spendin' your cash, n***a, you gon' end up dead Yeah, we just seen your new picture, you the laughin' stock Get it on my own, that's why I don't really like to ask a lot You know I'm really out here swipin', why don't you ask about it? You ain't puttin' in on my weed, why you askin' about it? The doctor said, "It's too many holes, you need a breathin' machine" All my software burnt, I need a new upgrade Been f**kin' with a bum b*t*h, you need to f**kin' upgrade This n***a, got a iPhone 4, bruh, you need to upgrade I'm 'bout to cook this lil' n***a like a well-done steak They caught my uncle sellin' pills and they sent 'em upstate What the f**k?
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