True Story

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
I live that street code
Don't walk with weak souls
Run him down, we got him
Run him down, we shot him
I live that street code
Don't rock with weak ho's
Run him down, we spot him
Run him down, we pop him
Run him down, we pop him
Jump out that whip and shot him
I had to circle back just to make sure I got him
I deal with closed coffin
Spot a opp and off him
He was slippin' on his strip, so we had to mop him

[Verse]
We had to clean him up, he had that nina tucked
It was too late for him, when he heard that nina buss
And we don't rap cap, we give out head taps
Them bitches hit the strip, and bring that bread back
You never seen a homi' the way I seen a homi'
I remember walking out my front door and seen a body
Hе got charged for a body, and then he bеat a body
And then he came home, and caught another body
This is that true story
Mayor like John Tory
And if you seen her in these streets, then she's not for me
That bitch is for the gang
I let that heater bang
Got homies on the Finch, and homies on the Jane
They know that we poppin'
I think that we drop him
And it's crazy 'cause he won't see a C droppin'
They know that we saucin'
Oops, I mean we Wassin'
And if I need a hook, then I go and see Robin

[Chorus]
I live that street code
Don't walk with weak souls
Run him down, we got him
Run him down, we shot him
I live that street code
Don't rock with weak ho's
Run him down, we spot him
Run him down, we pop him
Run him down, we pop him
Jump out that whip and shot him
I had to circle back just to make sure I got him
I deal with closed coffin
Spot a opp and off him
He was slippin' on his strip, so we had to mop him