True Story Lyrics – Isaiah Rashad

True Story Lyrics by Isaiah Rashad

Imagine what a hundred gon’ be on your wrist
It’s imaginable
Yeah, uh-huh
It’s on, b#tch (Yeah, yeah)

Why you tryna break my heart, why you tryna infiltrate my mind?
Yeah, lights on in the crib, ice all on my b#tch
Yeah, nicer than I feel, darker than the feel
Yeah, ice all on my kids, lights out in the crib

b#tch, it’s the magic one, uh-huh, don’t lose me in your ribs
It’s the nasty one, huh, she feel fantabulous
I got— haha, what you askin’ for
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh

What am I to do with her today, huh?
Big dawg, I’m chewin’ up her face, huh
Bona fide and a dedication
Smokin’ on a few yesterday, huh

Please don’t kill my night out, please don’t kill nobody up in here (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, floating outta body, I appear (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don’t jump off the ledge, stacking chips
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh

I’m giving what I got until it ain’t me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Can’t make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (Yeah, hey)

My brother goin’ corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasn’t workin’ at all (Haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
I’m giving what I got until it ain’t me, mane

My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Can’t make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (Yeah, yeah)
My brother goin’ corporate, he was pitching that raw

Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasn’t workin’ at all (Haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
Now this that flavor, huh? This your favorite, huh?
She say that I’m her baby, huh? You notice her behavior switch?

You don’t hit harder than me, you soft as some baby sh#t
Gimme this, gimme that, gimme, he never gave me sh#t
Why you bagging that? You got a b#tch, that’s hustle and flow
Choppas on top of choppas, that bank right in front of your house

Boy, you just running your mouth, cap, you looking for clout, shoe fit
Where them m#th*rf#ck*rs? You walking ’em out, stat
I’m the east-iest, they know I charge a fee for this
Zay, we gotta eat with this, still hungry, they peeping it

Clean the plate off immediately and completely, we ain’t leaving sh#t
I know they can’t believe it, I’m bleedin’ it, slidin’, leanin’ ’em
Gotta beat the odds, no surprise ’til we even it
Top Dawg alumni with it, huh

Saint Bernard with it, bark low, but the bite vicious
Bellin’ through the hood the other day, ayy
I ran into my older brother Dre, say
He told me keep that toolie on your waist, bang

He know I do it, do it for the gang, gang
Pull up on my n#gg#s with the drank, drank
AP on my wrist a hunnid K, K
We pour up in the set every day-day

Then I fly to Tenakee and I hit Zay, Zay
f#ck around, b#tch, I do it like a G, though
Getting off this weight like it’s keto
Beast mode, I’m still selling grams for a P note

Streets know, west side n#gg#s got the cheat code
I’m giving what I got until it ain’t me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Can’t make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane

Tried leaning on my partners (Yeah, hey)
My brother goin’ corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasn’t workin’ at all (Haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh

I’m giving what I got until it ain’t me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Can’t make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (Yeah, hey)

My brother goin’ corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasn’t workin’ at all (Haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
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Isaiah Rashad Lyrics – True Story

Isaiah Rashad

True Story