Lyrics True Story - C5

True Story

Me and Shines ain’t nothing new
We the shit like a number 2
Baby girl talking bout she love the kid
And I let her know I love me too
Only hit me when she wanna screw
And I still gotta couple loose
I’m only human what am I to do
I get horny too like I’m uncle Luke (so horny)
Ain’t it funny how I stopped sleeping
Then all my dreams start coming true
Ain’t it funny how they tried to kick me out
Now I’m getting checks from the school
Straight rap money and fashion
Grind dedication and passion
I remember I ain’t even have a whip
Now they hopping on my bandwagon
I did better, yeah
I work hard now I live better
Always been a trendsetter
Kill the pussy like I got a vendetta
All my shoes be the 10th letter
All my homeboys gun-toters
Now the haters trying to rub shoulders
Cause I’m bout to bubble like a club soda
I got, I got, I got, I got no love for ya
I got a Honda Accord
My chick got a Toyota
She messed up the backseat
Right by the cup holders
And she do whatever I say
Like Controlla
Got a foreign like I’m Kanye
Still shining when it’s broad day
Mama put me onto Sade
All I do is Smooth Operate
5 got the juice by the way
They gon have to re-hydrate
Used to wanna be like Jay
But only cause of Beyonce
Now they say they wanna be like
5 when they grow up
Any minute I’m finna blow up
Ice City I’m from Noya
Gotta keep an eye for the rollers
Don’t recall the last time I was sober
I’m just going with the motions, yea
I don’t care what you think about me
Cause I know myself
And I don’t talk much cause my rep speak for itself
Down 10 toes got 2 hands
I can hold my own
And I ain’t never had a hand out
I did it on my own
On my own, true story
Going strong, true story
I ain’t never had no other man do for me, true story
From the mud, true story
Now it’s only up, true story
Came from the dorms now the crib got 2 stories, true story
Oh goddamn
Goddamn, oh goddamn
Ya girl walking round like she don’t got no man
My song come on & she say"That's my jam"
I know that box like the back of my hand
They want a feature I’m taxing I am
I got the heater like I’m in Iran
Hennessy only I ain’t popping Xans
Working her out til I catch a cramp
Praying to god I don’t catch a case
Swear it’s a struggle out here everyday
Niggas staring at you like they gay
Then think they hard when you look away
I don’t know what’s wrong with you boys
I don’t wanna do no song with you boys
And if I ever did do something to them
They’ll probably call the law on the boy, yeah
So I mind my business and I play it cool
And tell all my little homies stay in school
I don’t care what you think about me
Cause I know myself
And I don’t talk much cause my rep speak for itself
Down 10 toes got 2 hands
I can hold my own
And I ain’t never had a hand out
I did it on my own
On my own, true story
Going strong, true story
I ain’t never had no other man do for me, true story
From the mud, true story
Now it’s only up, true story
Came from the dorms now the crib got 2 stories, true story