True Story

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Sixteen had [?] ([?] flashed)
Brodie died, tried to tell my homie, "Slide"
He had got back-doored, he the reason why I end up closin' mine
Fake shot, broad day, told him, "Know your toe tonight"
Tote that AR-P, try to bust his face, and open wide
I seen fiends on the block with Amiri jeans on the block
Chasin' niggas for lace fronts, wearin' Shein on the block
This shit ain't clean on the block, better watch your team on the block
'Cause I'll slide on the Jakes and make a scene on the block
And I toted AR-P inside my jeans
Lo mama only fifteen rockin' Pretty Little Things
Messin' with older niggas, she done got an STD
Youngin finna piss his pants when I drill in a SUV
This ain't the life that they wanted
From the hood, so they haunted
Try to go and do better, their parents only gon' taunt 'em
Daddy don't even want 'em
Mama workin' the night shift
Tryin' to figure it out, don't know where the money for life is
And his brother fightin' life, and that's sad, ain't livin' right
He don't get no bail, then he gon' go to Hell and go to life
Yes, her daddy used to touch her, he just wanted to fuck her
She was hurtin' inside, she don't know how to tell her mother