(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
You don't step up, if they dead, then your shit gon' crumble
I had to text like I was my mans to get her number
I'm not normal, but you decide to be in a jungle
Don't like my songs, when you around me, you gon' try to bump it
A couple killers cut off personally 'cause they mouth runnin'
You felt robbed, you paranoid as hell, you think you got somethin'
You was in my Cash App feed, you know you ain't got money
And I sent you money every time you asked even though you lied to me
How you let a nigga starve from your block knowin' he ain't got nothin'?
How you missin' commissary bags? Your block got money
Hundred thousand in a Goyard bag, it look like small money
You ain't help the day my brothers died, you niggas ain't ride with me
I ain't gon' speak on the past, when I took it serious, I had dime bitches
Twenty-six years, talked to my uncle, I did time with him
I ain't have shit, still sent money off, I'm that nigga
I ain't have shit, when I hit a lick, I gave a five-fifty
True story, don't lie to me
True story, my life ain't that easy
True story, they act like they ain't need me
True story, get me locked up at the meetin'
True story, I really wasn't eatin'
Gettin' to that money, I'm out all night, she think I'm cheatin'
Hustler music, I told her to listen to that and take it easy
I'm out all night, she think I'm cheatin'
My pops, his bitch a Brabus, not a minivan
She was cryin' about her titty size and now her titties big
Magic trick, I know a nigga who snaked me turned to a guinea pig
Think I'm lyin', think I'm tryna rhyme, bro, he really did
Did a pass-out when the J died, he think he gettin' rich
Feds come around whenever it's fentanyl and they gettin' sick
Same watch they cuffed me up, had a watch on, I was on the list
Gettin' the drugs without a transaction, that shit a risk
I shouldn't hear a rumor on nobody name if they didn't snitch
Smurkio, what you on with your downtime? Shit, gettin' rich
I respect my daughter 'nem so much, I don't tell 'em to give me a kiss
Everything he got, I bought three times, you ain't gettin' tricked
At that age, have protected sex 'cause they gon' give you shit
This the shit I'm tellin' you 'cause your mama 'nem can't tell you this
Told my sons, "You make sure that it's real, they know who your daddy is"
Truth be told, I went down to the bottom 'cause I was arrogant
I got everything that you on, they done came around 'cause I'm on
Asked, "Can I please come home?" I done ran it up on my own
Ooh-wee, I'm off them drugs, thank the fans for custom 1s
Do too much, you know you done, Smurkio, I'm one of one
True story, don't lie to me
True story, my life ain't that easy
True story, they act like they ain't need me
True story, get me locked up at the meetin'
True story, I really wasn't eatin'
Gettin' to that money, I'm out all night, she think I'm cheatin'
Hustler music, I told her to listen to that and take it easy
I'm out all night, she think I'm cheatin'
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