Gxxd Trxuble - TRUE STORIES, Pt. 1

(Yup)
Give y'all some
True Stories
Gxxd Trxuble (Freeyo)
Done seen a lotta my niggas go through the struggle
Even then, they ain't change, I told my niggas I loved 'em
I'm just tryna make it out, I swear this shit feel like a puzzle
And it's sticks and drums, beam on a hammer, fuck is a tussle?
Mama keep prayin' I get it right and I'm tryin'
Fuck I'm 'posed to do, when all of my niggas keep dyin'
Got one foot in, one foot out, this shit kill me inside
And you cain't look me in my eyes, cause I know that you lyin'
And I know that it's pride, you tryna cover up what you lack
When I told you, nigga, I got ya back til ya on ya back
Hit my knees today, but God seem like he don't understand me
Yeah, I sin, but I'm just tryna feed my family
Uh
I'm rollin' runts to clear my mind, got me smokin' again
Couple trials, court, and life got me focused again
I hit my old bitch, faded
She open again
And she kept thinkin' I'm a change, now she hopeless again
I'm rollin' runts to clear my mind, got me smokin' again
Couple trials, court, and life, got my focused again
I hit my old bitch, faded
She open again
And she kept thinkin' I'm a change, now she hopeless again
I remember fightin' my death, drowin' for help
Seen a nigga get put up on a shelf, hit in the chest
Rep his name til God call and I'm stretched
Shit, I been stressed
But I'm still movin' up cause I'm blessed
Shit, I'm the best
Sippin' Jack straight, until nothin' left, right out the bottle
All my bitches, lately, nines and tens, lawyers and models
I ain't got time, you get aggressive
It's Smith and Wesson's
Ain't no love for no nigga or bitch
I learned my lessons
I came up with the same niggas I was starvin' with
Stepped back, made a couple moves on some Harden shit
My bitch keep gettin' mad cause I don't want no arguments
My heart cold, that's just part of it, the game cold, just charge the shit
I'm rollin' runts to clear my mind, got me smokin' again (yeah, yeah)
Couple trials, court, and life got me focused again (yeah, yeah)
I hit my old bitch, faded, she open again
And she kept thinkin' I'm a change, now she hopeless again (woah, oh, oh)
I came up with the same niggas I was starvin' with
Stepped back, made a couple moves on some Harden shit
My bitch keep gettin' made cause I don't want no arguments
My heart cold, that's just part of it
The game cold, just charge the shit
I'm rollin' runts to clear my mind, got me smokin' again
Couple trials, court, and life, got my focused again
I hit my old bitch, faded
She open again
And she kept thinkin' I'm a change, now she hopeless again

Written by:
Ian Carter

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