Aye y'all want the real story, alright
Let me tell y'all the real story,
I was in the basement
Bag of oxy in my pocket,
I've taken every chance i could,
I wanna thank my momma,
For dealin wit all my druggie drama,
Too much oxy in my system,
Ion know if i can take it,
Grace of God save me so many times i can't count,
Dodgin cases left n right,
Fired for stealing vapes,
Gun to my head,
Almost lost my fucking life,
Ion fucking care if it's wrong or right,
I'm goin do it,
Whether it cost a penny,
Or my fucking life,
If my nigga need it,
I'm right there,
If my nigga need me,
I'm right there,
I apologize for the shit i do and done while i'm in love,
I know i've run out of chances,
But for this love shit,
Ion give a fuck,
All my niggas throwing b's,
I had 60 60's,
Sold 'em all in one week,
You ain't ever been in that situation,
Life or death,
Been in plenty,
In this world it's all about the money,
It all depends on the money,
Money run the world,
I'm tired of these girls,
I'm tired of these sluts
I'm tired of waking up every morning thinking nothing,
But "what in the fuck"
I remember riding round in the night,
Lawrenceburg, that beretta by my side,
Not afraid to take a fuck nigga life,
Sometimes i think ima sociopath
But ion know,
Selling blow just cause,
So much x in my system
Spitting up blood,
Lean help me chill out,
This is the real story,
What the fucks up now
It's roet the rapper in the mother fucking house,
*The real story*