Stitches - My True Story lyrics

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Stitches - My True Story lyrics

[Intro] I mean, this sh** right here is some real sh**, man, from the heart [Verse] Both brothers in the prison, my mama always cryin' Actin' like she happy, but I know that she lyin' And now I can't front, it's hurtin' me bad We got the same blood, we the same thugs They k** a n***a for me, I do the same for them And now all they got is a memory of them Who is your friend in this world? Nobody It's why I'm always strapped up ready to catch a body Imma tell you how the game go everybody out there for theyself It's a f**ed up world, this a cold world Your best friend will tryna f** your main girl That's the truth, n***a, I keep it a hundred And for the drug game I keep comin' back I told myself that I would stop sellin' that crack But the money keep callin' The money keep callin' I wanna keep ballin' Why do I hate police so much? Cause all these officers corrupt They wanna put Stitches in the cell Cause I'm doin' real well Cause I'm doin' real good Cause I'm throwin' straight hundreds Ballin' on everybody They used to say I wasn't sh** but now everybody want a picture with me The table turned quick And I don't give a f** about y'all cause I'm the sh**, motherf**er I'm a legend in the streets I got goons around me And they'll k** everytime I tell them n***as "k**" cause they never hesitate, my n***a My n***a, I'm a shot caller My n***a, I'm a big baller Knock a n***a out like Tyson Shoot a n***a if the n***a ain't with fightin' Everybody wanna be the hardest n***a But lemme tell you something, I'm a cold-hearted n***a I pull the trigger, no hesitation And if you wanna pray to God, just know that I'm God's greatest creation Motherf**ers wanna envy me Cause I'm the real MVP Twenty years old, I'm a millionaire I'm always throwin' money in the f**in' air [Outro] Real motherf**in' talk These motherf**ers out here is fairy tales These rappers ain't real They don't do sh** they say in their songs They ain't livin' that life Y'all ain't been ballin', bruh We know the truth Real street n***as out here We do our research on y'all

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