This a true story, not a new story
Wallahi I done blew all types of bags
And I done blew 40's
The baddest bitches that don't need cash from niggas be too gorgeous
Real niggas back in style heard it's shortage, you can't order me
I gave you all I had when I had nun' now you want more from me?
The f*ck I look like getting extorted for something like loyalty
Naw, I can't accept that at all
My bitch accept my flaws like I accept all her calls
Talk to the man in the mirror I think he realer than y'all
Niggas could never be my big homie I made 'em feel small
Feel like the whole world on my dick tell 'em suck that and my balls
Oh lord, I got visions in my head I'm seeing red I'm seeing dead niggas
Enemies, friends, and presidents literally dead people
Can't sleep until I'm dead shit I can't sleep inside my bed neither
Sometimes I think I'm evil, although I see none
A real nigga, once you take a life that's what you become
A real nigga, all your life - you wanna be one
A real nigga, how most like to be remembered where we from
A real nigga, but what's real to you?
Shit, what's real to me
Sometimes the picture ain't that vivid, it ain't clear to see
And I'm not photogenic
Get caught up at that light on God might be yo last picture