[Intro: Capo]
Ok!
We're back on our wavey shit
Say Ahoy to your captain
It's the nigga Nina with the Nina
[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan (Intro continued: Capo)]
I am losing myself to find you
(Uh! And this track's called It's True)
I am losing myself to find you
(Cah every bar's true in this time, you lot gotta listen up close)
(/Cah this has got pain and real shit)
I am losing myself to find you (You know)
(My nigga always does this)
Yeah I'm dying, it's true
(But you niggas keep doubting the dude)
It's true
[Verse 1: Nines]
Cooking up it ain't fried chicken, I'll hook you up i ain't line clicking
Miley Cyrus on the trampoline, that white flippin
All them paigons skate when they see me in the flesh
I ain't flake like the media is pressed
I ain't give a fuck if i get views
I can't be on the block with these niggas that just left school
Promoters tryna book me for shows but they ain't offering enough
Thats why I'm still out here cooking up O's
I'm on the grind, I dont need a girl
Most my niggas got cases, so when we're all together, that's a Breach FL
Rolling in the fast lane
My line was doing Old Kent Road numbers
Now it's like hotels and park lanes
I got a counselling 'case a mission bringing the food back
I need a driver, i might bring in Phillip but screw that
I'm bout to make a killing, can't be chilling with the new cats
They bugging me to do tracks but im just tryna move packs
Ok!
We're back on our wavey shit
Say Ahoy to your captain
It's the nigga Nina with the Nina
[Chorus: Rochelle Jordan (Intro continued: Capo)]
I am losing myself to find you
(Uh! And this track's called It's True)
I am losing myself to find you
(Cah every bar's true in this time, you lot gotta listen up close)
(/Cah this has got pain and real shit)
I am losing myself to find you (You know)
(My nigga always does this)
Yeah I'm dying, it's true
(But you niggas keep doubting the dude)
It's true
[Verse 1: Nines]
Cooking up it ain't fried chicken, I'll hook you up i ain't line clicking
Miley Cyrus on the trampoline, that white flippin
All them paigons skate when they see me in the flesh
I ain't flake like the media is pressed
I ain't give a fuck if i get views
I can't be on the block with these niggas that just left school
Promoters tryna book me for shows but they ain't offering enough
Thats why I'm still out here cooking up O's
I'm on the grind, I dont need a girl
Most my niggas got cases, so when we're all together, that's a Breach FL
Rolling in the fast lane
My line was doing Old Kent Road numbers
Now it's like hotels and park lanes
I got a counselling 'case a mission bringing the food back
I need a driver, i might bring in Phillip but screw that
I'm bout to make a killing, can't be chilling with the new cats
They bugging me to do tracks but im just tryna move packs
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