Texty:
A True Story

Pun and they aint beleive me. So i made them wonder like Stevie I came in wit a platinum rapper like hersheys kiss no freebies. You came wit a gold rapper

get to spend it I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch Kill-a-head Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a

I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch, gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga

(repeat 2x) Verse 3 If I was a hundred dollar bill I'd make you niggas kill for me Go to prison do about a hundred years for me Get a gat and go

better never take an advice I'm gonna listen to the voice inside me In spite of everybody else, I'm gonna trust myself I gotta trust myself (I got a

met a lot of guys who looked into my eyes And told me they could handle everything I had inside But as the time went by, I see they didn't have a clue

could imagine I have to make you believe For real Cause she can never really take care of you She's too young in the mind To be there for you like a

Ooh, oh, oh, yeah Why you got to make this hard? All the time so difficult When I'm just trying to get you to notice me Since I can't hold you accountable

? Knowing you were with her in the first place Ooh, I try to reach out and touch you But I look a fool, look a fool I even drove by your apartment, saw a