True Story

Only1....Tipy

To much trauma and anxiety

Move through rooms quietly

Bitches I got varieties

Focused on my sobriety

All them talks with the devil I wrote them down in a diary

He said I want your soul entirely

Stop trying me

Only thing I ever sold was hoes, guns, and drugs

Never showed no love

So the block I hugged

Yeah

Born in that crack era I'm 80s baby

While mama did crack the drug dealers watched the baby

With all this dirty money who gone wash it baby

With water guns in my pamper who the target baby

Tv had 3 channels watching Cheers every night

A nigga shedding tears every night

Damn For real

Yeah

Had my daughter at 20 shit I'm a man now

Gotta stop doing dumb shit thats the plan now

I lost my job 3 days after my daughter was born

I had to figure it out, I had to go through that storm

Robbed Peter paid Paul, robbed Paul and got it back

When my rent and lights due you can't tell me how to act

Nah you can't tell me shit matter fact

I walked in a robbery around the age of 11, seen people tied up

Now my mind fucked

Must have had an angel walking with me

God told him go and get me

Swear it's spiritual warfare the devil staying busy

Everybody made it out alive thank God

Even though I'm still traumatized I thank God

When its all said and done did I give it my best

I hear "job well done" you passed my test

So many ups and downs trial and error

Fuck around and make a error they put you on trial and take your life

Seen my cousin fight through it

Another cousin fell to it

Charges got him 10 years they couldn't put a bail to it

I swear the system we fell through it

They got us we fell to it

Now its time to rebuild, like Nipsey and Jigga

Nas and Diddy Master P and J Prince

Them niggas talking in M's they got me convinced

Lets clean our neighborhoods up and sell it more than its worth

Gotta keep the enemies out ain't gotta put up no fence

We keep them choppers in hand cause our mind militant

For real

Yeahhhhh

Only1...Tipy

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