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Lyrify.me

YC Myles - True Story by YC Myles Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

I told my mom I’m too high
Gettin hard for me to focus
Seen this shit wit two eyes
Then I put the play in motion
Make it home wit my guys
Even if that mean you don’t
Now I see pain in her eyes
Close yo eyes don’t leave me open
Told ha shorty only trust a few
Love a get you hurt from where I’m from
So ain’t no loving you
Being real a get you hated
I can’t even talk to you
Trust a get you killed so when I walk
I only walk wit two
Other Niggas on my side
Cause where I’m from they follow you

U can’t move the way I do
Cause nigga I’m unstoppable
You can’t do the things I do
Cause imma end up robbin you
Never leave without the tool
Cause he gon end up poppin you
I don’t got it then he got it
Nigga it’s impossible
Ian slangin dope no more
My nigga that’s a option
U penny picking bopper
Imma nigga at the toppa
Imma get how I get it
Imma fendi wearing coppa
I got plenty imma shoppa
Got the clips in all my choppas (nigga)
I jus got some louie
Now I gotta keep the rocket (nigga)
Why you worried
I got money fallen out the pocket (nigga)
Pocket it now they watchin
Ain’t no Patek but I’m watchin (nigga)
Told em you can’t eat up off my plate
If u ain’t nocken (nigga)
Seen a nigga shot up by that corner
Now he dead
R I P
That’s what I said
Get em gone
We missin lead
Ain’t no friends
If you my brother nigga then you gotta pledge
Seen him shot between his eyes
And then he died
I only walk with two
Other niggas on my side
Cause they gon end up poppin you
Grew up with that nigga
Like a brother and he blew em too
Trust ain’t shit up in my city
Nigga this ain’t nothing new
Let yo homie know too much
And he gon try to set you up shorty

Call the feds
Caught em lacking bullets aiming at his chest
At his legs
Niggas wearing it for fashion hit his vest
Then his head
Used to hang around that block
When we was kids
Playing tag
And he gon try to set you up shorty
Call the feds
Caught em lacking bullets aiming at his chest
At his legs
Niggas wearing it for fashion hit his vest
Then his head
Used to hang around that block
When we was kids
Playing tag
I tol my mom I’m too high
Gettin hard for me to focus
Seen this shit wit two eyes
Then I put the play in motion
Make it home wit my guys
Even if that mean you don’t
Now I see pain in her eyes
Close yo eyes don’t leave me open
Told ha shorty only trust a few
Love a get you hurt from where I’m from
So ain’t no loving you
Being real a get you hated
I can’t even talk to you
Trust a get you killed so when I walk
I only walk wit two
Other Niggas on my side
Cause where I’m from they follow you

U can’t move the way I do
Cause nigga I’m unstoppable
You can’t do the things I do
Cause imma end up robbin you
Never leave without the tool
Cause he gon end up poppin you
I don’t got it then he got it
Nigga it’s impossible
Ian slangin dope no more
My nigga that’s a option
U penny picking bopper
Imma nigga at the toppa
Imma get how I get it
Imma fendi wearing coppa
I got plenty imma shoppa
Got the clips in all my choppas nigga
(Boom boom boom boom)