True Story

All of the sales in decline But shit getting better with time They'll probably sleep on my grind No sleep just bags in my eyes 'Cuz I got this bag on my mind Sleeping in the whip I had no bread I had to survive I got it back now I'm live They'll prolly hate on my glow But TECO had cut off the lights No A/C Sleeping with ice I came back working from nights At a place paying me wrong I had to figure my price Asking my mom for advice 9-5 doesn't feel right Shit, it feels good when I write Whenever I'm doing these songs I find a meaning in life I do not have any kids But I want three with a wife F*ck it I'm young and alive I cannot be stuck inside I'll get my family right Working I'm tryna provide Social groups start to divide All my niggas stayed the same Thankful I talk to the sky Showed me the sun in the rain Now all I see is the shine Shit was too bright now I'm blind One finger peek through the blinds Searching let's see what I find Knew it was hard but I tried They gonna hate on the rise McDouble drink with some fries Wasn't the only thing to eat But about all I could buy Now I got tears in my eyes Anger frustration inside This little light of mine I'm going to let it Working I had to decide Dirty as shit when I drive License had got suspended Smoking and whipping I'm high Merge the ramp 295 Smoke in the whip so it's quiet Thinking I had to decide I'm not the goat I'm a lion If I want to fend for my pride I got to deal wit my pride I got to work on myself Lowkey I'm breaking inside Need every piece of the pie The pizza I piece with the guys Playing games rolling the dice Guessing that peace was the prize If I sound preachy That's God Cuz he had blessed all our lives I cannot run or hide You niggas ready or not I got to ride out for slide I got to fend for my tribe If I want to search for some truth I got to deal with lies I come alive with the moon Now I'm in sync with the tides Want to be old when I die Want to have fun when I live Don't want to waste any time Don't want to waste any time