True Stories

[Verse 1: Booter Bee]
Mum rang me, said this guy's circling my crib
Now I'm going crazy plus my burner's on my hip
Let me catch him, I'ma teach this little rat a lesson
You see my opp's main boss, I shot theirs in the melon
Hanging out the side, sending shots like it's normal
Girls don't like me, said the things I done were awful
Heard about them stabbings and them slappings I did
When it's go time, I'm the one slapping my stick
I'm the one squeezing, I'm never the driver
Slap man's wig and then snap my Lyca
I promise you ain't took as many risks as I did
I got a drop and turned the whole block to a crisis
Now I'm pissed, the homiciders saying I'm flight risk
I just wanna fly bitch and finish my licence
But they keep typing, it's doing my mind in
Now I'm back shooting and my broski's driving
Fell in love with waps from the day I squeezed it
Shoulda shot him in his face, why the fuck did I leave him?
Now I see him in the videos, comfy with opps
Hell break loose if I got the pumpy or the dots
Pellets gonna jump out his top when I ride
You can't go back, better start thinking bout life
I know a pagan that slipped up and died
Now his own people don't fix up and ride

[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]
You ain't raised a toy so you can't raise your voice
Ride or die bro, you know there really ain't a choice
We put in work until suttin's void
Ask the whats-it-called, they'll say I got my nine
I got killers in my circle, I got a whole pound to burn through
Them niggas outside, it's time to put 'em on a curfew
You put money on my head, they gon' have to reimburse you
We bring hammers to the masjid, we brang 'em to the church too
I feel extra blessed
The phone will start blowing from I send out the SMS
We pull up like extra reps
They couldn't pull my card even if I let 'em check the debt
They get life for their set and get left for dead
Before I die for nyash, I'd rather get left on read
I used the broom but you know that I left a mess

[Verse 3: Still Brickin]
Always presents with these cats, man think that I'm gifted
I don't answer if the call's restricted
Three for twenty's got these cats addicted
I ain't leaving till this cat gets evicted
You know I build blocks for breakfast
I hit a spot and then I hand out testers
Watch the line start kicking like wrestlers
Watch me break down bricks, suttin like Tetris
The shit that I been through, nobody knows
So many bricks that I broke into O's
Lord knows that I've taped off so many roads
And I've actually left holes in so many clothes
I back out my poker and watch bare man fold
And have man running like he's Usain Bolt
I'm not a firefighter but I'm still pressing these hoes
Diamond baguettes in the dial, now the Rollie is rose