True Story YFN Lucci (Ft. Kevin Gates)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, look

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin' money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin', so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin', talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don't love me
Always callin' me big bruh, and you don't know me
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
I can't count this shit up, true story

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, I used to wan' play for the Knicks
Started servin' these J's nicks
Off the porch to the pavement
I was broke, I was takin' risks
Man, I was fucked up, I hated it
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
So we was always takin' shit, uh
Back then
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn't much, but I had it
Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I'm Michael Jackson
Uh, I ain't gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I'm brackin'
I ain't gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I'm crackin'
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah
I see that you fallin' back from me, huh, ain't no more askin' me, yeah
Ain't no more cappin' me (Nah), can't get no cash from me