Jay Rock | True Story Lyrics
- Artist: Jay Rock
Its imaginable
Yeah, uh-huh
Its on, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Why you tryna break my heart, why you tryna infiltrate my mind?
Yeah, lights on in the crib, ice all on my bitch
Yeah, nicer than I feel, darker than the feel
Yeah, ice all on my kids, lights out in the crib
Bitch, its the magic one, uh-huh, dont lose me in your ribs
Its the nasty one, huh, she feel fantabulous
I got, haha, what you askin for
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
What am I to do with her today, huh?
Big dawg, chewin up her face, huh
Bona fide and a dedication
Smokin on a few yesterday, huh
Please dont kill my night out, please dont kill nobody up in here (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, floating outta body, I appear (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Dont jump off the edge, stacking chips
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
Im giving what I got until it aint me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Cant make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (yeah, hey)
My brother goin corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasnt workin at all (haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
Im giving what I got until it aint me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Cant make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (yeah, yeah)
My brother goin corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasnt workin at all (haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
Now this that flavor, huh? This your favorite, huh?
She say that Im her baby, huh? You notice her behavior switch?
You dont hit harder than me, you soft as some baby shit
Gimme this, gimme that, gimme, he never gave me shit
Why you bagging that? You got a bitch, thats hustle and flow
Choppas on top of choppas, that bank right in front of your house
Boy, you just running your mouth, cap, you looking for clout, shoe fit
Where them motherfuckers? You walking em out, stat
Im the east-iest, they know I charge a fee for this
If I was down before this verse, then Im back on my feet with this
Zay, we gotta eat with this, still hungry, they peeping it
Clean the plate off immediately and completely, we aint leaving shit
I know they cant believe it, Im bleedin it, slidin, leanin em
Gotta beat the odds, no surprise til we even it
Top Dawg alumni with it, huh
Saint Bernard with it, bark low, but the bite vicious
Bellin through the hood the other day, ayy
I ran into my older brother Dre, say
He told me keep that toolie on your waist, bang
He know I do it, do it for the gang, gang
Pull up on my niggas with the drank, drank
AP on my wrist a hunnid K, K
We pour up in the set every day-day
Then I fly to Tenakee and I hit Zay, Zay
F*ck around, bitch, I do it like a G, though
Getting off this weight like its keto
Beast mode, Im still selling grams for a P note
Streets know, west side niggas got the cheat code
Im giving what I got until it aint me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Cant make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (yeah, hey)
My brother goin corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasnt workin at all (haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
Im giving what I got until it aint me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Cant make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (yeah, hey)
My brother goin corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasnt workin at all (haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
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