True Story

Now I don't really wanna - talk about the dirt,
I was out here - trying to make my hustle work
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins,
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins
You can tell they fake it - when you look up in their eyes,
born in open water - had to swim against the tide
I was on the corner - looking in from the outside,
when you living on a dime - everything is do it die
Now I have trouble staying - sober for a week,
I have trouble staying - sober when I sleep
Lord know that underneath my bed - I keep a piece,
and it's gon' be some hell if any devil try to come for me
Now I don't really wanna - talk about the dirt,
I was out here - trying to make my hustle work
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins,
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my sins
I do not ask for sympathy - and do not plan on giving none,
ain't no in between - I'm as cold as they come
You can smell it on my person - you can tell that I'm holding,
gotta keep the cash close - cuz' you know the fiends lurking
I'm so allergic to the syrup - but I still stay medicated,
if I ever meet my maker - they gon' have to do explaining
I was sitting in the basement - just perfecting the plot,
been around the block - but I think they forgot