True Stories

First things first, you don’t live this life
I remember times, Christmas night, prison life
You ever sat down and read a letter 50 times
Got your mumzy stressing telling you it isn’t right
The first time I slapped it I was with my brothers
We was creeping on them n****s like undercovers
Fuck it, fuck it, buss it, buss it, tryna leave him blooded
Touch a button, babygirl come and suck it, suck it
I was only one six I wasn’t like no others
Overseas DXB runnin' through them hundreds
Spin back on the opp block seeing loads of runners
Double tap the dot-dot, loading under
They got to roll the numbers, if not their rollies covered
When it’s time to slide, look at me you see courage
These feds keep saying I’m not my older brothers
These feds keep saying I’m not my older brothers
Go against the grave they treat you like you strange
But when you getting mon' n***as love to say you changed
Real antisocial I don’t even wanna talk
My n***a roads really with the swords in the dingers
Told em go and get some money they just got some extra fingers
Talking about some rap, yeah I’m talking bout some n***as
I’m tryna put someone in rizzlas
Before I knew what a day-date was