True Story Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Yeah,[F][G][Em]
[Am]look[F][G][Em]

[Verse 2]
[Am]Always wanted me a Cutlass,
[F]huh, with the bucket seat
[G]Always grew up [Em]hustling, gettin' money,
the hood showed [G]love to me
[Am]All my young niggas sprayin',
so [F]on my side, this shit get ugly
[G]You ain't stand up for your mans, so [Em]don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
[Am]Always on my dick,
[F]bruh, you don't love [Am]me
[G]Always callin' me [Em]big
bruh, and [G]you don't know me
Oh, [Am]I can't make this shit up,[F] trust me
[G]I can't count this shit u[Em]p,
true [Am]story
[F]Uh, I used to wan'

[Verse 3]
[F]play
for the Knicks
Started servin' these [Em]J's [G]nicks
Off the [Em]porch to the pavement
I was [G]broke, I was [Am]takin' risks
Man, I [F]was fucked up, I hated it
Uh, it was hard to get some [G]paper work
So we was [Em]always takin' shit, uh
[Am]Back then
Used to go [F]to Jacks just to get the pack,
it wasn't much, but I [G]had it
Work the block[Em], no, beat the block all night,
girl, I'm Michael [Am]Jackson
Uh, I ain't got[F]ta sell drugs no more,
baby girl, [G]I'm brackin'
I ain't got[Em]ta sell drugs no more,
baby girl, I'm [Am]crackin'
[F]Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
I [G]hate that you turned your back on [Em]me, I
had way too much love for you, yeah
I see [Am]that you fallin' back from [F]me, huh,
ain't no more askin' me, [G]yeah
Ain't no more cappin' [Em]me

[Verse 4]
(nah), can't get no cash from me
[Am]Always wanted me a Cutlass,
[F]huh, with the bucket seat
[Em]Always [G]grew up [Em]hustling, gettin' money,
the hood showed love to [G]me
[Am]All my young niggas sprayin',
so [F]on my side, this shit get ugly
[G]You ain't stand up for your mans, so [Em]don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
[Am]Always on my dick,
[F]bruh, you don't love me
[G]Always callin' me [Em]big
bruh, and you don't [G]know me
[Am]Oh, I can't make this [F]shit up, trust me
[G]I can't count this s[Em]hit up,
true [F]story (yeah)

[Verse 5]
Got kicked in my [Am]ass, my loyalty used [F]against me,
look at what love did
I was be[G]trayed,
the streets had led [Em]us astray when we was just kids
I [G]been to the [Am]pen', got tough skin
I [F]run with the real, so what then?
I hope he don't [G]fold when he
go up the road
Send [Em]money for soap, enough, yeah
And I'm on the [Am]road to riches
Money at[F]tractin' these niggas and scandalous hoes,
already [G]knowin' the business
[Em]Doin' the best we can, we pickin' up cans,
[G]one of the [Am]strongest members
One of your [F]partners went dig in your pockets,
you say you ain't got [G]it, he throwin' a triple
All in his [Em]feelings, he making these songs
and disses, still I con[Am]trol the city
[F]Bruh, he gon' touch your soul,
get rid [G]of the coldness in it
Learn to con[Em]trol my feelings
I let it go and I got me a [Am]load delivered
Got [C]me some sol[F]diers,
makin' 'em do what I showed 'em
That's how you [G]'posed to get it
Not ashamed [Em]to say I'm

[Verse 6]
afraid to get close to niggas
[Am]Always wanted me a Cutlass,
[F]huh, with the bucket seat
[G]Always grew up [Em]hustling, gettin' money,
the hood showed love to me
[Am]All my young niggas sprayin',
so [F]on my side, this shit get ugly
You [G]ain't stand up for your mans, so [Em]don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
[Am]Always on my dick,
[F]bruh, you don't love me[Am]
[G]Always callin' me [Em]big
bruh, and you don't [G]know [Em]me
Oh, [Am]I can't make this shit up,[F] trust me
[G]I can't count this shit u[Em]p,
true [Am]story
[F]Yeah,

[Verse 7]
[Am]that[C]'s t[G]ha[Em]t gun
[Am]smoke

[Outro 1]
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