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true story - big folk lyrics

[intro]
(g, i think we got one)
mhm
ayy, b, i think we got one
hmm
f*ck a chinchilla, i got ‘bows in a pillow, a couple of b*tches and both of ’em foreign (true story one)

[chorus]
they thought i was gone when i caught that charge, you can have my sack lunches, i won’t be here long (nah, nah, nah)
seventy*five thousand for me and bg (huh?), that’s a hundred and fifty for us to come home (we home)
that sh*t was nothin’, we got it like f*ck it (f*ck it, f*ck it), make money in public and count it in private (gas)
all of these ‘bows i sold, it’s crazy how all of my charges end up bein’ violent
a week out of jail, i’m givin’ ’em h*ll, ran up fifteen bands off seeds and exotic (brrt, brrt)
go ask the streets if you think that i’m flodgin’ (f*ck ’em), show me too much and it turned to a robbery
i never had sh*t like doe b, but low*key i been feelin’ like one of my n*ggas gon’ rob me (i ain’t never had sh*t)
k!ll ’em like milli did both of his partners (yeah), take us to trial and beat both of them charges (murder)

[verse]
i’m o.j. simpson, these cases ain’t stickin’ and if they do stick, i’ll be out in a minute (ain’t stickin’, we home)
give me a bond, it’s posted, no hocus pocus, but i’ma show you how to vanish (brrt, brrt, we gone)
the n*ggas i grew up with sl!ck wanna k!ll me like curup in juice (f*ck ’em), i can’t let bishop get me (clutchin’)
on top of the building, i blow ’em for trippin’ like nino and gmoney on new jack city (bah, bah, bah)
n*ggas be snitchin’ for us like a sentence, like alpo, i’d rather go out like mitchy (mitch)
i’m from the trenches where we serve our daddies and mamas and daddy be servin’ they children (servin’)
that’s how i grew up, so that’s how i’m livin’ (we servin’), honestly, that’s why truth ain’t a ticket (it wasn’t)
twan got locked up in high school for a k!llin’, they framed him for murder for wantin’ a picture (free twan, free twan, free twan, free twan)
they want me in prison like nelson mandela (murder), my money ain’t funny, my profit won’t let ’em
five racks a piece for a lawyer, i told ’em we didn’t do nothin’, that’s what you should tell ’em (we ain’t did sh*t)
indictments, indictments is what they keep yellin’, y’all trippin’, i’m beatin’ it in general sessions (until i beat sh*t)
bg need me on the town to flood ’em with pounds durin’ the public recessions (ayy, bg, i’m on my way)
say no more, don’t even panic or stress it (don’t panic), i’m on the e*way gettin’ off hollywood exit (vroom)
thug in cali, i meet him in texas, i ride with the dope, i do not ups it
you worried and nervous, that sh*t is unhealthy (you worried and nervous), go get you a bag like glad or hefty (huh, huh, you good?)
i’m seein’ the envy and all the aggression, i been in my bag, but i’m past progression (yeah)
alexis too s*xy, i love her complexion, i’m f*ckin’ her raw, but i had protection (smash, smash, smash, smash, smash)
if she get pregnant, she gon’ learn her lesson, big tevin don’t care ’bout them bad*ass children (sad)
my mama concerned ’bout the traffic in front of the spot, but i told her i know what i’m doin’ (i’m trappin’, mama, i’m trappin’)
my brother be seein’ me trappin’ and askin’ the signs, i feel like a bad influence (lil seemo, i f*ck with you, you know that i’m trappin’)
but f*ck it, we trappin’ like frank lucas family and snitchin’ is somethin’ we doin’ (like family, no snitchin’)
f*ck a chinchilla, i got ‘bows in a pillow, a couple of b*tches and both of ’em foreign (a couple of b*tches)
n*ggas be rattin’ like chuck e. cheese just for a slice of the cheese and a couple of coins (you trippin’, young n*gga, you snitchin’)
oc, you came picked us up and them charges, then posted our bond, we put up in them foreigns (brrt, brrt, vroom)
[chorus]
they thought i was gone when i caught that charge, you can have my sack lunches, i won’t be here long (we here)
seventy*five thousand for me and bg (ayy, bg), that’s a hundred and fifty for us to come home (f*cked up, man)
that sh*t was nothin’, we got it like f*ck it, make money in public and count it in private (they thought we was gone, come on, man, money be crazy, man)
all of these ‘bows i sold, it’s crazy how all of my charges end up bein’ violent
a week out of jail, we givin’ ’em h*ll, ran up fifteen bands off seeds and exotic (ran it up, ran it up quick)
go ask the streets if you think that i’m flodgin’, show me too much and it turned to a robbery (lay down)
we never had sh*t like doe b, but low*key we been feelin’ like one of our n*ggas gon’ rob me (f*ck ’em, murder, f*ck ’em, murder)
k!ll ’em like milli did both of his partners, take us to trial and beat both of them charges (free murder)

[outro]
free murder
all facts, no cap, n*gga
true story
nonfiction
haha, we with it
f*ck a chinchilla, i got ‘bows in a—
f*ck all that snitching that n*ggas be—
ayy, bg, i’ll see you on there, baby
one hundred

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