True Story

[Verse]
They don't like when I'm talkin' 'bout drill shit, they like when I'm talking and speaking the real
I was the one tryna focus on hoopin' and books, I was never the type to go drill
Then I lost bro to the field at a young age, damn, man I ain't know how to feel
Then I start skipping in school, not following rules, man this start to get real
I was the class clown, but I was done with the jokes, I started shootin' to kill
Anyone tried to speak on that name I was down for the ride, if you ain't tryna suit up I will
I wasn't noticing how I was getting too deep in this shit, I ain't know how to heal
Always said no to the drugs, I ain't need it for shit word to bro I ain't popping a pill
Like word to bro I put the ball down, started telling myself "Bro, it's on now"
Walking 'em down, first scene on the opps caught a tag word to bro nigga I saw him fall down
Mama start preeing the vibes, she was reading through all of the lines
I was a good kid but I was going through pain word to bro I was losing my mind
Word to bro I was crying inside, word to bro I was slide or provide
Like word to bro nigga, I was the quiet lil' kid with the ski tryna hop in the ride
Like it was scene after scene, most time on the opps it was just me and the G
I ain't have me a circle, it was beef with most of the bros from the block, all I had was a G, like
Then I was Hat, clicking on anything promoting Makk
I was too deep in this shit, couldn't go out with ma dukes so I would sneak to the trap
I remember when I got snapped, I remember when I got wrapped
I wasn't focused on money at all nigga, I was just drilling, man I did bad
Just me and moms tryna figure it out word to bro I ain't really reach out to my dad
All I had was a girl and my moms and the friends that I thought was my friends, [?] with a bag, like
Then I met Mouse, started walking with me to his house
I was the one everybody ain't like, I was really on bullshit, go ask Mouse
I was going through pain, always stood in the booth, shit keeping me sane, I lost all of my bros to the rock and the rolls
When I step on the block, that shit don't hit the same
Like word to bro never cared for the fame, always being the one that they blame
Keep my head in the paper and pen and stay outta the streets word to bro this shit start to get lame
First gun when I hopped off the porch, started flickin' and shit, started treating this shit like a game
Be wishing I listened to mommy, I know that it hurts sometimes seeing what I became
Yeah I was young and it's all that I saw but it's not an excuse, I got no-one to blame
Always told me to never be no nigga follower, like, be a leader start using your brain, like
Like sometimes I be hurt, sometimes man I wanna reverse
I don't speak how I feel, I don't speak to nobody, I rap how I feel and put it on a verse
I know you be mad seeing what I be rapping about and be sayin' that's not how you raised me
I know you be seeing the little old me sometimes and be wishing I still was a baby
And mama I know that you fear when I step out the crib, you be wishing that you could just save me
And mama I'm sorry that I never did it the right way, but momma, look at your baby