True Story E

Dealing, dealing, dealing, dealing, With real life shit, Real life shit. Said I been dealing, dealing, dealing, Dealing, with real life shit, Real life shit. True story. On my soul, on my soul. Ooh, True story. That's on my soul, on my soul. What's happening though? Oh. Yeah. Everything they ever told you was a lie. How you looking up to homies hanging out a Forty-five? Yeah, he might got on a Rollie, but He living in a sty. At the age of twenty-five, shit to me that Wasn't fly. Got a baby with your hoe, but You claiming P. I. Everything I was taught, Had to untrain my mind. Had to look deep within, had to praise the Most high. Had to separate myself, seen a lot Of homies die. Used to ride the metro, I Was on the blue line. Getting off on Willowbrook, walking to the deuce Line. Now I'm in that spaceship with a bitch On my side. Living in the Hills now with A loft in the sky. Had to bury G Moms, told my mama, "Don't cry." Had to get it on my own, so I Hustled outside. Everything that I did had to push A code line. And they don't know my story 'cause I never told mine. Dealing, dealing, dealing, dealing, With real life shit, Real life shit. Said I been dealing, dealing, dealing, Dealing, with real life shit, Real life shit. True story. On my soul, on my soul. Ooh, True story. That's on my soul, my soul. Oh