True Story lyrics

by

OG Boobie Black


[Intro:]
Yeah, motherf*ckers wanted to know so I had to tell 'em
Y'all always wonderin' why I got my arm under my shirt
Y'all always askin' questions, man
Boobie Black got sum' tucked, you hear me?
I'm from the Magnolia, true story, you heard me?

[First verse:]
The story goes on about my life in the game
My past been a motherf*cker, but it ain't no thang
My life is that wrist, but I'm still in the bricks
Committed murders and 90s n*ggas wanna send hits
Got banged up in the 'Nolia with the K
Stop bussin' back and got that b*tch ass n*gga out my way
I'm layin' on the drum, I'm bout to die, this sh*t is real
I'm in a blood pool with my hand on my steel
I'm mad as a motherf*cker, blooded like a hoe
My mac 11 still smokin' from them shells that got off
Here comes the ambulance and the f*ckin' Five-O's
They askin' many questions but I act like I don't know
I'm on the way to the hospital holdin' on
The paramedics tellin' me I gotta be strong
I wonder will I die, that's what the f*ck I'm thinkin'
I know I'm f*cked up because I see my arm hangin'
We at our destination, my body's into pain
The nurses and the doctors tryna found out my name
They sendin' me to surgery, they sayin' I'm in critical
I'm layin' on the table with a body full of holes
The doctor got a gasmask pointin' on my face
I'm gettin' kinda sleepy but I'm tryna stay awake
The sh*t that I'm stressin' is muthaf*ckin' real
You livin' by the steel, you die by the steel
I hope that I would make it to see another day
Lord knows if I do a lotta n*ggas gonna pay
I put that on my family, you b*tches betta know
But if I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go

[Interlude:]
See that's what it is
When you in that field you see the killer get killed, you heard me
And back in the game, when I was gettin' it in, n*ggas was gettin' killed


[Second verse]
This sh*t is hectic, I'm on the life support
I'm lookin' at my people, my body full of dope
Tubes everywhere, from my nose to my di*k
I'm real f*cked up with this hospital sh*t
My muthaf*ckin' arm, they had to amputate it
They say they couldn't save it cuz the ligaments was shredded
A lotta f*ckin' flowers, a lotta f*ckin' cards
A lotta f*ckin' disses from all kinda broads
I get the f*ckin' word, my n*ggas put in work
Another homicide, a n*gga deep in the dirt
A few months later I'm feelin' kinda betta
I'm ready fo' the streets and I'm down fo' whateva
Got a few gats, Mac11 and the Tech
I pack that f*ckin' drama, hit it straight to the projects
Lookin' fo' my enemy, young n*gga's and his clique
I heard when I got shot up they was all talkin' sh*t
So n*ggas disrespectin' cause I'm comin' with that heat
I'm 'bout retaliation put me six feet deep
My gat's gonna blessure, you get the f*ckin' picture?
And muthaf*ckin' right, whoeva loved you gonna miss you
You a dead n*gga
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