True Story

[Intro]
Goretex visionary
I'm what God sound like
Yo

[Verse]
I'm what God sound like, your bars like my hard klondike
Any beef I had it was on sight, my stick got the foresight
Blickin' at you niggas like it's Fortnite
I blow like collab with Off White
I hopped off the porch .44s and never drove a Porsche, its's harsh, right?
They call it bad luck, we call it life
Storin' Jordan kicks in my closet, prayin' for foreign cars at Harlem Nights
I'm in the right lane for stardom, ice watered nice
Can freeze your soul with the shit I know
Niggas start the three man weave, my niggas pick and roll
Plasma canon, the laser beam like a Piccolo
My brainwave much sicker, I'm in a differеnt zone
Grip the chrome, four fifth, switch thе tone, burn gas too with Lewis Rich song
Up the Mac, fuck the mass, I wanna see the whites in these niggas eyes before I blast
Break the glass, snatch the chain, take the cash (True story)
He must of forgot I'm a business man, in suede Timerberlands, he played his hidden hand
Goretex visonary (Uh), prayin' to a God with no skin tone, I'm 'bout to put us on
Here's a plan off top, get the waterin' pot, lets's break the ice down and slaughter the block
Not now, nigga, right now, time don't wait for no man, let's get it right before the almighty Christ turn a real nigga lights out

[Outro]
I'm what God sound like
What–, sound like
Suede Timerberlands
Goretex, visionary
Played his hidden hand
Your bars like my–
My–, my–, my–, my hard klondike
Played his hidden hand
Your bars like my–
I'm what God sound like
Bars-, bars-, like