True Story Lyrics

Now I don't really wanna - talk about the dirt, I was out here - trying to make my hustle work

I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins, I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins

You can tell they fake it - when you look up in their eyes, born in open water - had to swim against the tide

I was on the corner - looking in from the outside, when you living on a dime - everything is do it die

Now I have trouble staying - sober for a week, I have trouble staying - sober when I sleep

Lord know that underneath my bed - I keep a piece, and it's gon' be some hell if any devil try to come for me

Now I don't really wanna - talk about the dirt, I was out here - trying to make my hustle work I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins, I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins

I do not ask for sympathy - and do not plan on giving none, ain't no in between - I'm as cold as they come

You can smell it on my person - you can tell that I'm holding, gotta keep the cash close - cuz' you know the fiends lurking

I'm so allergic to the syrup - but I still stay medicated, if I ever meet my maker - they gon' have to do explaining

I was sitting in the basement - just perfecting the plot, been around the block - but I think they forgot

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